Creaking doors echo in moonlit rooms,
dishes rattle like bones in sunken tombs,
the ghosts have come to claim me.
I sit in the dark praying for light,
cursing the moment I knew you were right,
your ghost has come to claim me.
Shattering porcelain shatters the silent house,
under the shadows of a spirit-like louse,
his ghost has come to claim me.
Sucking blood and life in equal measure from dry skin,
letting you enter and take me - my horrific twin,
my ghost has come to claim me.
I loved you in life and I do now in death,
lost in your shadow since you drew your last breath,
Our ghosts have come to claim our love.