It's Time

Time to let the ghosts come out to play.

I feel the ghosts upon me
Crawling on my arms
Waiting to come out to play
Sliding down my spine
They wake from their long coma
Seep back into my bones
I feel the ghosts upon me
Crawling
Biting
Clawing
Fear that they will see
Takes over me
The ghosts are whispering
Waiting
Hiding
Their faces rescind
With the white lines on my skin
The ghosts are ready
Waiting
Daring me
To come out to play.

Reviews

[fallen_sueanne]

This piece is a little bit short for my certain "taste" of writing (hehe, not talking about food), but I really do like this poem. You could put a certain punk rock twiste to it and add more words and it could be a really good Halloween song ha. Good job overall though ;)