Ghosts.

in hesitation,
the feeling of being unsure,
and it's tattooed into my mind,
the mask across my face cracks,
i look through the holes,
and the light burns my eyes,
i try to cover my eyes and face,
so you canno't see the woman that is me,
but she wan't to scream out in agony.

the house bleak, pitch black and creaks,
i wait and listen and hear for the footsteps.
the door slides,
the floor creaks and i know they are here for me.

"we came to make you feel better."
and i see their decaying faces, a child holding a teenagers hand.
the girls looking at me, their clothes old and tattered.
they reach out their hands for me to take me with them.
the child takes of the mask, and says "see you have a face like us."
I search for a mirror and i begin to scream but nothing comes out.
a gush of wind blows my hair around, dust and decay swishes around me,
everything becomes black and white.

the house becomes old and covered in dust and spiderwebs.
they take with them, and i know i am lost now forever.
is this the only way to be truelly me, if i become a ghost, a supernatural being
trapt in the past, with nothing but the remains of what has been?

© Winterlights 2009.