Ghosts
- Apr 8, 2018
- 1 min read
Ghosts walk through the halls
Sleeping we don't hear them call
It takes just one touch
Fire burns our skin
Emanating from within
Their hands leave black marks
Handprints on your head
Charred skin smells like walking death
Their secrets kiss you
They whisper softly
Darkness hiding their faces
Light shows their true form
Gnarled limbs that twist
Sightless eyes reflecting moonlight
Seeing only death
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