Spider Quilts

Spider Quilts  

Do you know the way a lifetime becomes a haunting memory?
Ghostly nursery rhymes of lay me down to bleed
Sleeping under layers of sheets of dust
Wrap up in a spider quilt
While old lead paint cracks in peels away
Floating like feathers down upon the floor
In piles of mouse droppings
Along with something dead and now rotting
Life long gone form this place
Replace with a ghostly memory
Fading in the dust filled air like a forgotten disease
Breathing in the stale sun beams
Death slumbering in a corner
With cobwebs decorations above
Blowing in an unseen breeze
Only the echoes of a laugh
Stirring the dust of forgotten memoires
Invisible footsteps creaking up old wooden stairs
Looking through missing panes of dirty window glass
Outside at a world flashing on by
While inside there is a ghostly baby cry
Old abandon toys crack yellowing
Broken pieces of a child's dream
Toss away like trash no longer a treasure
But a piece of trash
No longer in the small hands
Of the one who held them so dear?
Gone are the living
But the dead do not leave
Wrap up in spider quilts  
Lock up in ghostly memories