They lurk
Like the red eyed monsters
At the back of our minds
Ready to cast a shadow
Like a grey cloud
Of fear and doubt
They are the ghosts
Lurking in the attics
Of our minds
Born through the power
Of bad experiences and mistrust
Ready to taint
The happy memories
With their darkness
To make you fear
Their very existence
To never allow you
To enjoy the good
Withough felling their shadows
Cast upon your mind
Why, O Why
Can you not disappear
In a whisp of smoke
Allowing me to bask
In the true happiness
Of my new memories
Why, O Why
Won't you allow me
To forget the darkness
That tries
To rear its head
Every time I wish
To make new memories
Why, O Why
Must you drive me
To words and acts
That I will regret
From time to time
For I know that memories
Are the true ghosts
Of our lives