Thursday, September 3, 2009

Ghost In The Halls

A ghost in the halls
More bitter than sweet
Bitter on those nights when
You’re trying to sleep
Drowned beneath cold sheets
Your safe place to hide
And it’s always been that same place
Since you were only five

What drags you out from under covers
Is your determination to dare
Do you dare take a gander
At what stands atop the stairs?
You look out your bedroom
To find nothing but a hall
So was it all imagination?
Are you crazy after all?

But away with all logic
Cause night after night
Those same sounds destroy you
Give you that same fright
The whispers, the footsteps
It’s all getting old
And no one believes you
Or the stories you’ve told

You seek out explanation
You’ve read every book
But there be not an answer
Or so it may look
If only the world were beside you
In your time of need
Instead of rejecting
And refusing to believe

But for now, you’re alone
With your bed and your hall
In hopes it won’t notice you
And win you over after all
Until the world will believe you
You too will be
A ghost in the halls
That no one can see

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