My heart is a haunted house
A horror cornerstone
That holds the ghosts I know
Sparse specters of pains
Laughs, tears, and love

Shingles that twinkle
Under star lit nights
Door knobs to nowhere
With the fingerprints
Of everyone I ever lost
Empty rooms that remember
Every lesson ever taught
And everyone one
That I forgot

Casper does not live here
Full bodied forms
Of ectoplasm do not appear here
But everyone I know
Will either meet here
Or be left behind
When time finds
No more locks
Or knocks on
The red painted door
That drips crimson
Finality on the front porch