The letter of my life, full of strife,
This house has ghosts in it.
I am afraid of shadows, and black crows,
Sudden sounds make me shit.
After I die, I will try,
To be a good ghost.
But I'll prank little kids,
Their scared faces on ghost media post.
A whisper shrill, wants to kill,
On a draft of air spread.
Almost like a face watching me,
That wants to eat my head.
But I write on, my clarity gone,
The words are blurry and spare.
I feel I'm not alone,
The flickering shadows cast a scare.
What god needs ghosts to do,
I never really understood.
Of all the things that drives me mad,
Ghosts spoil my mood.
