Ghosts In The Hall
By Caleb James K.
Whispers in the cold hallway
lost in the rushing wind
Almost as if they
weren’t real but rather came from within.
And the only thing worse
is the sound of silence
Like the creeping of a hearse
or the calm before the violence.
Ghosts in my head
screaming without faces
Wandering through the world of the dead
showing me such strange places.
And for this I cry
but not because of pain or fear
For the reason why
is because I like it here.
The death excites me
as does the unknown
And the voices plea
for me to leave them alone.
For I am the bringer of pain
and sorrow to all
The ghosts try in vain
but I’m the real demon in this hall.
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