Through the eyes of one unknown

The destruction of reality is seen

The pain spread through the one alone

Though no one noticed why this is keen

The one s who are dead moan

They know whose words were mean

The objects that others have thrown

The souls whom many think are unclean

The revenge they seek, is mostly their own

They would remain their dead age, fifteen

Their new friends teach of the Ouija's fun stone

The after effects always unseen

The only thing is known, is the eternal tone

Thrown by others into a ravine

The bottomless ravine where all stand alone

The darkness is all on whom you can lean

The wrongs they've committed, will be hard to atone