The Forgotten

Every night is the same.
I hear them calling out my name.
Wicked sounds, and low voices.
I hear their calls, and twisted noises.
I see them in the shadows, creeping.
They dance around the room while I'm sleeping.
Bound to Earth, trapped forever.
They yearn to be somewhere better.
They're all alone, broken, and cold.
Remember the forgotten,
and bless the lost souls.