Ghosts roam my house.
The invisible energy of times past play over and over again.
Reminding me of how much things have changes.
When I look in certain areas of he house, I see the shadows of things that have happens – with the people they happened with.
I see the girl pinned against the wall by the neck. I feel the teeth on her neck. I feel the pleasure coursing through her veins.
I see the shadows in the bedroom. Pulling him in there, pushing him back on the bed. Kissing him hard.
These shadows, these ghosts, walk through my house.
And I all get to do is watch.
Try not to miss it.
Try to remember the positive instead.
But I wish there was some sort of exorcist,
Because these ghosts,
They don’t help.
I need them to go away for a while.
I need to replace them with something else.
For these ghosts keep haunting me in my sleep.
I want them to be happy memories, not ones that make me sad.
I just need them to quiet down for a while.