I the ghost
The ghost in my room
How I got used to the coldness of its presences
The different voices it makes to annoy me
The unusual words it whispers
What a habit I caught
That when it's quite
I start missing the chaos it would make
Shaking every item in the room
Wondering through my bones
Leaving loneliness when out
Painting ice in my skin
Telling me thrill stories
To scare the heart out in me
But still hugs me tight when sleeping
The ghost in my room
I swear sometimes
It's living his wasted years gone on me
By the things it makes me do
Things I never imagined they existed
I bet my ghost has history with life
Before I even knew where God lives
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