haunting
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it would happen to me most
often as a child when
sleeping over my grandparents'
house in the red room,
as my sleeping and waking
minds met, I knew
myself to be elsewhere--
Remorse of the Reavers
Crestfallen feathers and Spindlewood smoke
exhaust from the clashing Colossals asunder
The wail of the bairn crosses plains unforeseen
towards her cove where the she-beast lay broken
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
The cold fingers of your memories cling to the back of my neck, to the back of my mind the same way the tears grab at my eyes. The scent of you burns my nose, the same way the images of you laying next to me floods my dreams.
I live in a house with two ghosts
Mirrored in themselves when they are near the other
They drift through each other
But alone they seem nearly solid
Left and right, front and back people
Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that
Slide. All for
Saving their legs. The ding
Sounds a high pictched tone. A
Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
There's dark and grey
every night and day,
if not living here,
then waiting near,
to pounce, to maul
slow me to a crawl.
I want to want to want to,
but it's haunting, haunting, haunting.
I have left the world of lyrics for a time
My pain relives with every rhyme
Heartache infests my PTSD mind
Haunted by the ghost I’ve left behind
Peace is proving hard to find
You can never forget.
In everything you see,
Every where you look,
You'll always see me.
Every day, every hour,
Every minute, every second,
I am there, more haunting
Then you reckoned.
Voices haunt my sleep.
Soaring shadows awaken
my soul. Falling far,
far, far down into the depths
of ruins and caves you left
empty for my arrival.
I woke up restless, from a fright
Dreamt a dream, a horror night
Standing near the foot of my bed
An empty soul, smiling and dead
An empty cry and shallow please
Yet this ghost won't set me free
You cannot touch, only feel
You cannot smell, only see
You cannot run, You cannot move
It is all around you
There is nowhere to run
There is nowhere to hide
Your hair stands on end
Falling through the cold,
Hearing the sounds of screaming nights,
Seeing time change to dust.
I feel you there.
You seem so real.
Like the little girl in an empty park,
Running around with glee.
