Ancestral

Bloody ghosts flooding my veins

Dusty and dark as caves

Leaving the nastiest of stains

Why couldn't they stay in their graves?

Invading my dreams

With messages vague

As their fools gold's gleam

Their escape I'd beg

Fetid breath wheezing

Whispering of things dark

Gaunt chests heaving

Peeling me apart

The canary's long been dead

I am a living regret

Of the ghosts up in my head

You have a few in yours too, I'd bet