• A quiet sigh topped with closed eyes,
    An existence bottled up and left to be dried,
    Banging on walls and screaming in the night,
    Bloody fingertips but nobody died,

    Bodies dance like a Halloween scare,
    Closing in on me until I can't breathe any air,
    but this is not fantasy yet I still don't care,
    I push the figures away and run out of there,

    You cannot outrun a ghost,
    because ghosts have no feet,
    and you can't kill a ghost,
    because their death is a cheat,

    Can ghosts kill me?
    No, then what's the fear?
    How come these spirits haunt me at night ,
    then by day disappear?

    Breaking the window with pain staring down the alleyway,
    Duck and cover as they hover around the town,
    Whip out the Bible and pray that you'll see the next day,
    but then there's that sound you found then you look all around,

    Circles yes your in circles and you see,
    You have a knife to feel more secure,
    Does it please you to cut and bleed?
    or did you do it accidentally??

    Who is controlling me?
    Who is destroying me?
    Who is attacking me?
    Who is almost killing me?

    Ghosts you see,
    even if they cannot attack,
    they drive you insane,
    until that knife is in your back.