but when you go there, you say so boldly,
"I am not afraid, it can't hurt me no more!"
and when you return, you are always trembling
and you never can see me in the eye. why?
why do you go there - that eerie house of yesteryear
where hopes broke, where dreams shattered,
where love was walked upon?
why do you go there - where evil laughter still roars
empty rooms scream silence, windows rattle like teeth chattering on the rainy night he left you.
why do you give yourself that pain, always and again?

Remember before the
Days of darkness
Rise, there used
To be brighter times?

The days of
Skinned knees and
Dancing in the
Autumn leaves
Haunt my teenage
Dreams.

Back to when
Sesame Street played
Endlessly on the
Family T.V. and
If Daddy watched it
One more time,
He'd **** near
Scream.

When Mama had
Her Canon in my face
And I'd hide in
The tiny spaces;
Appreciating the simpleness
Of my childhood
Resting place.

Before reality set
In and rattled
My toddler brain;
Before the world
Would turn
Cold and "how
Big the sky was" would
Just become
Another midnight
Thought.

How could I refrain
From such beautiful
Memories when
They're still
Haunting my
Teenage dreams?

it can be hours of silence
I strain to hear above it
adjusting the headphones
the small voices that hide between the wind
and the settling of the house
the leaves jostling about
brushing the roof
I push myself to continue
whispered footsteps from upstairs
birds greeting the yet unlit morning
this house is alive
with the dead who remain
and when I am about to succumb
to the blur of exhaustion
the child comes through...
'Mommy!'
not once, but multiple cries
the sadness and fear in her voice
is palpable
and I am helpless to help her

how many hundreds of years has this child
repeated her cries
in this house
in this room
refusing to leave
still searching for her mother

you're haunting me
filling my thoughts
everything i read
everything i imagine
everything
it all goes back to you
and why?
when all you do
is haunt me in my dreams
but never in reality

Wake up wasting most of my life
Pass out I'm waiting on the night time
Can I be?
What you can see ?
Repeat until the days are over
Watching you and me get older
Following
What I think
Wicked ramble ways that I take
You find reality in escape
Is that true ?
Please step through

This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me

Whats that out in the distance
A lost tomb on the edge of existance
Desert skies
Down behind
Going to travel until I get there
Not going to stop until I get there
Now behind
The setting sunrise
Opening the front gates
I hope its not too late
To see what has they done to you
To see if what they said is true

This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me

I hope that I dont end up like you
Out in the desert with a lost tomb
I hope that I can find my way through
and not end up in a lost tomb

This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me

I never hear them when they speak
only hours later
in the painfully lit basement of my home
with earphones and patience
do their words reach me
such was the case last October
I was driving through Wilderness, Virginia
for the first time and happened to pass
Saunders Field and caught sight of the plaque
that stood at the bottom of the hill
and a trail that led into the woods
where the fierce skirmishes took place
it was a bit chilly and windy
and the road nearby was busy with passing cars
not an ideal place for an EVP session
but I felt compelled to try
and walked the edge of the woods
then a short portion of the trail
I asked many questions directly to anyone
who may be listening
'How many souls perished here?'
'Are you one of those souls?'
'Did you suffer?'
'Why do you stay or visit this place?'
as usual, I heard no voices during the 18 minutes
of questioning
however, the presence was undeniable
I was not alone here
this I knew
on the way back down the hill to leave
I reached out one final time;
'I have about 20 seconds left, so if you'd like
to say something, please say it now'
again I heard nothing, turned the recorder off
and departed

it was several days before I could return home
and review my recording
but my curiosity as always
grew stronger the longer I had to wait
I was disappointed as I began to listen
nothing heard as each minute passed
only the whisper of wind and cars
until I came to my final question in those last moments...
'I have about 20 seconds left, so if you'd like
to say something, please say it now.'

'Leave me under the ground........human'

you stay in my dreams, day and night.
you keep me awake during ungodly hours
when, supposedly, i am sleeping.
you walk along in my lucid dreams,
and i feel more awake than ever.
you leave traces behind,
and when i see you again as a non abstract being,
you are oblivious.
i am kept haunted by your untouchable presence,
and it is slowly bringing my mind to death.

Last night’s clothes
Still smell like the ghost of you,
Burnt amber and a hint of allspice,
Just enough to leave me
Haunted.