The Ghosts of Now

there was a house where every night
screams would fill the quiet
unspoken thoughts and rage leading
to a history of violence

apparitions thin and fading
seeking their revenge
knowing little of the daytime
for twilight was their friend

a thirst and hunger
never to be quenched
life never lived again
beaten down and hidden away
from the worlds prying eye
a single thought borne every night
simply a wish to die

deafening silence
making way for piercing cries
innocence lost
and vengeance gained
the walls absorbed the pain
condemned for all eternity
to repeat it all again

lies and damnation abound
inside this house that
never was a home
the silent screams within your head
belong to the ghosts of now