4:50 a.m. - September 21, 2011
Necromancy
Jagged ghost, jingly walk, awkward pause, familiar scent. Tormenting the night, pulling down veils, revealing scars have healed. I said, please stay, but you decided to be go instead. Now you won't go away. Is this what I get for waking up the dead? For digging up old graves? Am I that inlove with pain? I'm driving my self insane.