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.