Ghosts

Ghosts

by 

Michael Smith

Surrounded by ghosts 

How they haunt and taunt me

Curling their finger

Rotting flesh falls

Smiling with pride

Waiting my heart stalls

Coming back hiding again

The pounding abuse, sin

I try to fade 

I try to sleep

The rats keep biting

Relentless they bit deep

The ghosts keep calling

Oh it sounds so sweet

To my grave they’re calling 

Lay forever and sleep

Tempting me with visions

Tempting in my mind

Tempting so they push me 

Temptation stabs my spine

The ghosts they keep calling 

They lick their lips so sly 

Cracking their knuckles

They want to crack my neck 

Cracking their knuckles I stumble back

Holding on and  fishing

Waiting for the answer

Holding on and wishing

Waiting for the dawn