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.