The air twisted in a spin

I had a dream of yesterday,
I was in grandad’s house, the walls were gray.
I was sleeping on the cold hard ground,
And the ghosts, they whispered all around.
They wouldn’t let me close my eyes,
They had no hair and no eyes.
I tried to speak, but I had no voice
And fear was my only choice.

The air was spinning in the kitchen light,
Turning, turning through the endless night.
A demon’s nest beneath the floor,
I couldn’t breathe, I wanted more.
Reaching arms that pulled me in,
The air twisted in a spin.

I rose up to find my love was asleep,
In another room where secrets we keep.
Through the kitchen I began to roam,
Every step away from home.
And in that place, I felt it stir,
The silent pull, the whisper blurred.
Something tried to take my soul,
But I kept walking and kept in control.

The air was spinning in the kitchen light,
Turning, turning through the endless night.
A demon’s nest beneath the floor,
I couldn’t breathe, I wanted more.
Reaching arms that pulled me in,
The air twisted in a spin.

Is it a memory or is it a dream?
The veil between begins to gleam.
The ghosts, they fade, but never die,
They hide in corners of my mind.

The air was spinning in the kitchen light,
Turning, turning through the endless night.
And though I ran, it followed still,
A whisper crawling through my will.
The ghosts, they call me from within—
The air twisted in a spin.

21.10.2025


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