I hear them them screaming
calling my name
'who's there', I call
noone answers
I hear them moaning,
wanting revenge
'who's there', I call
noone answers
I leave them alone
they go away
'their gone', I say
someone answers
they're the spirits of spirits
the ghosts of ghosts
the guests that never leave
And they'll stay in my head
and until I'm dead
they'll stay there day after day.
Amanda Lee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-guests-2/
