The dark can see
Wooden door squeaks,
To wheezy breeze
On creaking antiques...
Eerie silence echoes,
Spilling nebulous images
As haunted psychos
From all entrapped cages.
Voices of invisibles
Heard from hidden hosts;
Illusory intangibles
Manifesting to be ghosts...
Goosebumps ripple
Into waves of gooseflesh;
Fear evokes a *******
Entangled in scary mesh.
"The ghosts're real"
Apparitions of restless spirits
"We could **** or heal"
Our actual and factual secrets.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
The dark can see
Wooden door squeaks,
To wheezy breeze
On creaking antiques...
Eerie silence echoes,
Spilling nebulous images
As haunted psychos
From all entrapped cages.
Voices of invisibles
Heard from hidden hosts;
Illusory intangibles
Manifesting to be ghosts...
Goosebumps ripple
Into waves of gooseflesh;
Fear evokes a *******
Entangled in scary mesh.
"The ghosts're real"
Apparitions of restless spirits
"We could **** or heal"
Our actual and factual secrets.
Are ghost real?