Haunting ghosts of memories of the past shriek loudly in my head.
I chase after these skeletons ending this conflict by seeing them dead.
The messages taunt me even in my waking hours.
Even as I escape Despair's path by walking in fields of flowers.
The lack of connection of those people I miss
The quiet hours I try to fill seem to sicken me like venom
After a rattlesnake hiss.
I stay strong through my will and slam the memorial closet door.
Voices may haunt me
But they shall defeat me no more.