DeadHouse

They haunt me, 

In the hours I am unready for. 

I see their faces standing 

I watch them walk into walls. 

They taunt me, 

With years of regret. 

Thoughts of their names, 

Eroding the enamel of memories, 

Peeling back the tables of time. 

I want them to go away... 

You're dead, stop speaking! 

If anything had been worth saying now 

It should have been stated in life, 

I will not listen anymore! 

I deny all, of communication. 

I deny you; the conduit.

I reject your looming. 

I disavow your reason. 

I erase your energy. 

I am content, 

In the absence of your lines. 

Be gone, Revenant! 

There is no room left to house this head.