Noisy Ghosts

Inspiring coffins side by side they lay Cemeteries are old, eerie, and so beautiful to me today Walking amongst the tombstones - I feel a calm peace Of how bad these souls want so desperately again to breathe Semicircles of magickal pixie dusts Forever I believed you had my full trusts But I guess you didn't feel the same Riding into the sunset - forgetting my name Midnight to Witching Hour I walk beside the dead It's only scary if you imagine them as still being beautiful in your head The dead need guidance, love, friendship, compassion, and interaction too That's why you take it as a flattering invitation when they choose to walk among you The loneliest of spirits - they will not rest They'd rather walk in their lonely, invisible silence - I'd suggest But I'm sure they get a calmness - a love from you too When you're the only understanding living soul who can help them not to be blue Twisted catacombs of the dead lining the ancient stone walls Sarcophagus of skeleton warriors lie peacefully in the Veteran's Halls The graveyard of the pasts, pick up my empty life So I become friends with the dead because it's right With utmost respect, I tiptoe through their final resting place homes Every spirit knows every other phantom, spirit, or ghost And every spirit, phantom, and ghost knows that the mundane witch like me Can make the lonely, angry, lost and frightened spirits happy even in eternity I'll read to them, speak to them, respect them and then you'll begin to see That the more you gain rapport & acceptance to them - The more they ain't ever gonna let the evil entities ever come close to me