Where’s our ghost?
Have you seen our smoke?
Are you scared it may SEE you?
We toss all night
Our worry our fright
Suggestion makes the fear more true
We count to five
One and two we’re alive
The bed shakes at three
Four and five we scream
The house creeks mold
In the past hallways hold
An apparition that shivers cold
Our minds are where the ghost is sold
This energy comes out
At a time where there’s doubt
And our attention is at lull
He’s distracted by what he thinks of
From empty words thrown at his love
Now fear has led death into his skull
These demons in our bed
Reap madness in our head
So slow are our eyes in the lot
We’ve conjured these souls
With nowhere else to go
When our reality is what we forgot

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