A ghost of me

Time echoes down the halls of the house,
Old wood and paint peeling away;
Dusty cobwebs decorating the corners,
Giving me the eerie feeling on display,

Brushing my hands along the walls,
A layer of dust coating my fingertips;
Darkness penetrating from the window,
Of a black frightening eclipse,

Steps creaking under my weight,
Leaving footprints in my path;
My hair standing on end,
As I feel an inferior wrath,

Death lingers in the hallways,
The repulsive smell in my nose,
My heart beating faster and faster,
I feel cold from my head to my toes,

A ghost haunting the ballroom,
Hearing screams in the night,
Darkness gathering in the corners,
Keeping everything out of sight,

I can feel the time of death,
As I get closer and nearer,
Wrapping my arms around me,
I take a glance in the mirror,

Seeing a white luminescent glow,
Dark orbs starring right at me,
A girl who is much too young,
To be the one I used to be.

Written by Makalah Dec. 12, 2008