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becoming a ghost
A few ghosts live inside my head
Comfortably dead
Afraid of the light
Afraid of sight
Sometimes I spit out those ghosts
And they suddenly become the greediest hosts
Eating away the signs of delight
Against all lightful
they always fight
A few ghosts live inside my head
They whisper my ear as I go to my bed
Turn off the lights
Don't you wish you were dead?
:(
:(
Much Love
Ashley