With Stones in His Pockets - My Haunted House

A faint pale-blue light glowing under the ground
The people there with you not really around
As deep as the soil
As natural as soap
Don't let them say it's a victimless crime
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time
You're as white as a sheet
Of course, I'm a ghost
Flames licking every page you turn
Flames licking every page you turn
But a fire that won't burn
But a fire that won't burn
Seen and not heard, a montage of flesh
I'm not really here but it feels real as death
Hold on a sec for so many years
You are the only one thinks it's sublime
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time
It wants you to know you've gone off the rails
You tried and you tried, you tried and you failed
When dawn came around was the final nail
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time

Written by:
Robert Tamplin

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