Ghost memories

Sometimes angels sometimes demons  
My reminiscences of you  
At times are bliss at others brine  
Rubbed in wounds of old  
Just now the horns appear  
To banish me, a sinner.  
Ever pacing in the darkness  
voicing echoes  
Conversations with a ghost  
I wander through a house of mirrors  
Reflecting only tears and blackness  
In my own image  
The ghost of you morphed  
Into the faces of my tormenting  
Devils  
Won’t a friendly apparition  
Return those heavenly reminders  
That I love so much?  
Burn the night horrors  
To resurrect eternal dreams  
Of light.