These ghosts who haunt my house
These memories who haunt my mind
These cold sweats at night, aches, and pains through dreaming.
I scoff at their jangling chains.
I scoff at their unresolved plights.
This is my house, my mind, my life.
Their haunting is unwelcomed.
Their pains are not my concern.
Their disrespect has earned my ire.
I am not so easily scared.
I will not be put out of place.
I shall extinguish these spectres with the fire of my will.
Torch and turned to ash, these ghost shall fade.
Respect the dead who respect death.
All others deserve no courtesy.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
These ghosts who haunt my house
These memories who haunt my mind
These cold sweats at night, aches, and pains through dreaming.
I scoff at their jangling chains.
I scoff at their unresolved plights.
This is my house, my mind, my life.
Their haunting is unwelcomed.
Their pains are not my concern.
Their disrespect has earned my ire.
I am not so easily scared.
I will not be put out of place.
I shall extinguish these spectres with the fire of my will.
Torch and turned to ash, these ghost shall fade.
Respect the dead who respect death.
All others deserve no courtesy.
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