Your creepy souls.
Nasty and old wooden doors.
A ghost forever haunting this home.
The key was lost, but found,
but by who?
Voices that are heard,
but the owners never found.
The grave with the roses.
A fire that is burning.
Everything that has you discerning.
The hand that reaches out and takes you down.
A past that frays.
Fancies so close and near,
are they really dreams my dear,
or are they want you let in through every crack in the door?
Dreams that you do not awake from.
Every little thing that takes,
with Nothing given in return.
A night with no sleep.
Things that silently beep.
Seeing and not believing,
but aren't you breathing .
No taking away from this day.
Time does not last to change.
Walking a certain way,
but still lost you may be.
Are you seeing and hearing these things?
Because they are all the same and end right where they begin.