vanilla smoke!.
The ghosts that haunt me fill my room
Some are bright and some bring gloom
Artifacts of the past come to life
Some heal and some cut like a knife
Comforting and dark like vanilla smoke
Warm and chilling like holes in a coat
Harts skip a beat with every troubled thought
And chests fill with relief with every breath caught
Listen to the whimpers of the dead screaming
Its insanity, like daylight dreamingWww@QuestionHome@Com