Memories sit under my skin,
itching to be released.
Memories that call to the ghost,
to give some relief.
Calling to the ghost in the darkness,
I cry for her embrace.
Watching her wispy persona
dance through the air.
I call to the ghost in the darkness,
begging for her comforting arms.
Calling to the ghost in the darkness,
Where's the ghost?
There's only darkness.
It was all a dream,
except those memories
they are still burning me.