Ghosts

I hear them whisper
I hear them walk
I hear them laughing
I hear them talk

I hear the laughs
I hear the noises
I hear them scream
As she drinks poison

They brake plates
They trash rooms
They rot the flowers
So they won't bloom

They give you dreams
Of terrible things
They are so real
You will be scared

They try wash the echoes
out of thier mouthes
But I can hear them haunt
All of my house