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.