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Ghosts in the livingroom

by Irisa

I'm glad you came to visit,
brings me some relief.
Do you remember the autumn colors?
And that perfume,
the fields under the moon,
the bullets, the bullets and the guns.

You were my friends,
and now you mess with my mind.
You are just
Ghosts
in my livingroom.
I am your host
and you are my doom.

Please, can you take a minute
to clear all this mist.
Can you give me a certain answer?
The blood perfume,
the screams under the moon,
the bullets, the bullets and the runs.

I'm sad for you dear spirits.
I can't bear this belief.
I'd rather die than feel this horror.
I just presume,
it's the only way to soothe,
this madness, this mood.