I swear I try my best
But I don't succeed;
Should have known there
Wouldn't be much waiting for me.

I walk, through these halls,
And I'm afraid because I
Hear the ghastly calls.

They're memories, that lie in wait,
Pushing me toward my fate;
Upset because I'm much too late,
Thus far I've avoided the gate.

I've avoided slipping into nothingness,
And becoming someone to miss;
And the invisible spirits that roam,
Making this family their home,
Are ******.

Because they're memories,
They know what I've seen;
Droplets of blood, shattered glass,
Ruby sheen.

I should be dead, that's what they want,
But I find that despite not being one
To confront;
I've managed to survive the hunt.