Haunted
Beyond the veil of sleep
Where my control wanes
Voices that I’ve never really heard
Echo down to me.
There are spectres in my house
Haunting the halls.
Phantoms in the mirror
But they’re just reflecting me.
From dreams they follow me
In the daylight, I’m the ghost.
Silence screams.
I don’t exist.
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Creepy, dark, but with a hint of sadness.
Thanks… the funny thing is it’s more about sadness than “scary.”
Yea, I got the idea.
You ok? :c
I am sooo not a poetry person. Sorry. But ‘spectres in my house haunting the halls’ makes me envision how people put family portraits in the hallway, usually of those passed on – so I like that part.
I’m pretty simple, really 🙂
Well, if it makes you feel better, call it something besides poetry. LOL
This so metal. But the kind of metal that pulls on my metal heart strings.
That’s, like, the best compliment. “Metal.” Hell yeah.