Showing results for tag "ghosts"
I found God in an abandoned house. Rays slicing through old dust like a knife. The same window where she prayed for impossible things. Her cries as sharp as that light. It shines through her unhappy memory, and I stir up her shrieks for peace and forgiveness in the creaks and cracks of theTags: Atheism, Sadness, Death, God, Ghosts
They lay together in the dark, And rise as ghosts in the night. They haunt the pool, the house, the park, Avoiding, of course, all sources of light. Arms tightly wound around each other, Never letting go. Sealed in a coffin so tight, Escape is impossible. They hate the other. One would rather throw his soul into oblivion.Tags: Ghosts, Soul, Dark World, Pain