Ghosts are there
Hovering in the mist.
Watching, waiting, taunting
Chanting their arrival.
The orchastra starts,
Slow, tantilizing, tragic.
Beat by beat
Loving, caressing, becoming.
Swaying, persuading, provokingly
The tempo intensifies.
Shadows deepen
The longing begins.
Crashing, crushing, smothering
A hot burning fire.
The ghosts awaken
Overtaking, lingering, overpower.
Pain, pain, pain
Stealing my soul.
Consuming, exploding, irrupting
I pray.
Darkness, coolness, solitude
I pray, I pray,I pray.
Leave, free me,
Freedom never comes.
Slipping, falling, dangling
A chemical induced sleep.
Playing hide and seek
Sleep, sweet sleep...into nothingness.
