Ghosts of the past
Haunt my dreams
And feed my fears.
I try to ignore them
But they are ever so shrill,
Whenever they’re around
They seem to make me ill.
I try to run and hide,
But every corner I turn
They are there waiting,
For my soul to burn.
I’m running out of options fast
So if I’m not careful,
I’ll end up a ghost of the past.
Joining the ranks of the undead
Where my soul will be theirs
While they play games with my head.
Forever in eternity
Until I am truly dead.