Ghost tunes, do you dance at the edge of my mind.
Haunted music I hear you before me.
And so as I fall into a troubled sleep, you are with me. My fated soundtrack to the afterlife.

Great Beethoven do you torment me so?

Master of the symphony do you choose to curse me so?

I sleep not on the edge of sanity for whenever I approach repose you come snarling back, like a demon of sound at my mind.
Gnawing at my soul, Poe- you have doomed me you blackbird, vile creature and black cats who haunt me from under floorboards.

I spend time on waking life for sleep has long since left me and now the ethereal tunes do keep me company.

For I am living for the ghosts of Master's past, and so in my fairytale life there is no resort, there is no break.
Haunt me Masters and show me your torment, allow me to steal from the ghosts of the past, the greater minds than I.

Haunted, I am.