Our Hauntings.

Your hauntings are slow,
My hauntings are painful.
Your whisper is shaky but
Mine is so strangled.
You cry into your hands
And I inhale dust
But you can't stop this nightmare;
It's my dreams that are crushed.

It's my bones that are broken,
It's my eyes that are red,
It's my blood that's frozen,
I'm the one that's dead.