Hopeful knocks

On a heart-shaped coffin with locks

Ghostly...bothered sighs

Are warning signs

There is no offering here

There is no refuge here

What is it you seek?

Why do your forest green eyes leak?

Anticipative droplets release acknowledgment

An apparition fear untrue endearment

This tomb only holds prehistoric pains

From former intruders who left stains

A cranberry colored hand increases his knocks

Rattling my locks