Ghosts of Glass

In sleepless nights they call to me

In my dark cabinet they sit
The key behind the dead TV

It unlocks the door to bliss

Bottled ghosts in shrines of glass

Locked alone in liquid sleep
Begging, begging for release

Don't despair, my friends, I'm here!

If I help you... will you help me?

Please?

Reviews

[little bad puppy]

OOOHHH nice. poltergeist. go into the light Carolann. although i would suggest using the word snow snow where. i think of the broadband white noise or "snow" when i think of that.