Reminisce (PART TWO)

Spirits

She sees the spirits, she sees their pain,

Or at least she pretends, to keep herself sane,

She sees the emptiness, a greying moon,

She knows the spirits, always leave so soon.

A chair lies waiting, their fates stay clear,

So bleak and empty, a forewarning to hear,

Those stars never shine, their wishes don't cease,

She fits in with the spirits, with ostensible ease.

Hoping for mercy, hoping to know,

Hoping to find pulses, where blood will flow,

She fears her own thoughts, she fears their presence,

Spirits lay waiting, their arms like evanescence.