Postmarked From A Past Life
I received something in the mail today I forgot about it I didn’t know this house had an address It's not meant for me I would never do something like this for myself I sent for it when my eyes still twinkled like the stars When I was taking time for granted When others remembered to dream about me When I didn’t feel a hollowness in my chest It's deep; never ending I finally understand what its like Having a piece of the pie within me missing The emptiness has replaced the chill in my bones The mail reminded me that I once enjoyed when The Sun went down And The Moon rose to its rightful place I was starting to hide under my sheets at night The Moon began mocking me after my last confession How does a ghost hide when it itself is the monster? One night when I was being swallowed by the silence Anxiety asked to take the spot next to me in bed I untucked my head from under my blanket and agreed to his terms I was tired of feeling alone He seems to be the only thing I have left It's no ones fault that I am this way besides my own Im the one who turned my mind into a war zone I still enjoy haunting these halls I can never stop We are in this house forever I'm sure you’re aware who the mail is for I'm sorry if you don't want it I’ll put it outside your door I still know where to find it Like I said I will always find you Up to you if you want to open it
