When these rooms are quiet and the house is still
I hear the ghosts of shadows haunting me until
the moments are spent more awake than asleep
Sometimes I wonder why they're listening to me
A flash of eerie untitled devotion
A memory swept in one current emotion
I am listening to the beat of their soul
A person who knows the payment of toll
I've been dead & awake for more than just dreams
Just sometimes I wonder what they want from me

A swinging bulb emitting a soft, dull light
Sending swinging shadows around the room at night
Caressing the walls with endearing caresses
A backwards blessing from those frazzled tresses..
I hear the soft echo of whispering obsession
Of a person more alive in each dead heartbreaking confession