Ghosts of the Past

As soon as you think they're gone, they come back.
And you wonder why they're came,
They don't claim to know your name.
They appear with a misty haze,
And the same voice, their eyes blaze with
Fire that they left to die.
They roam the halls,
Most of the younger times gone from mind.
The fate has been decided and the time was lost,
Leaving them to drift.
Close the door now, let the time pass,
They stand still, a frozen shell of
What they once were.
You Must not look back,
They only way they could haunt your mind.