Can I really live in a house of ghosts
the ghosts of my own past
their images are haunting
the pain and memories will last
they will not fade away now
for the beauty of what they once were
their true intentions, now obvious
but they are frighteningly obscure
they constantly float around me
disfigured by their demise
an evil reminder of their existence
their images burned into my eyes
can I bare to dwell amongst them
or must I leave it all behind
The truth is
these specters do not haunt my home
they haunt my weary mind