Haunted (Poetry)

Inside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunted. These rooms have memories that sometimes can only be spoken by the pale figures dancing through the shadows of these hollow corridors and empty, dark, skeleton closets.
2015/mostly 2016