My mind is a ghost house,
Haunted by souls still trying t
still here
o be found.
Some live
still
Others,
mere vapours
still here
Exhale, then die, and resurrect in technicolour,
Only to expire
again
Like candles in an unexpected breeze.
The windows were left open
In the dark, the spectres
still.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
My mind is a ghost house,
Haunted by souls still trying t
still here
o be found.
Some live
still
Others,
mere vapours
still here
Exhale, then die, and resurrect in technicolour,
Only to expire
again
Like candles in an unexpected breeze.
The windows were left open
In the dark, the spectres
still.
