Residual
The ghosts I see do not say 'Boo'
When passing in the hall
Instead they speak of whispered fate
Through sadness they recal
The ones who do not notice me
Feel hopeless with regret
And even though they bring me down
I sense they are no threat
Lately they've been whispering
Much louder than before
But I discovered long ago
Their talk I should ignore
Many ghosts I cannot see
But feel upon my skin
As if they're searching for a way
To burrow deep within
And slumber is an opening
To terrorize my dreams
For they know that silence can’t
Deny their haunted screams
Yet regardless where I live
It seems I'm always found
By the dead who somehow know
I hear their every sound.
