My head is hazy with darkened daisies;
There's demons in my room

To myself I lied about all that's inside;
Everything happened too soon

I swear to god I saw faces that nod-
I heard voices in my head

They warned me of lies and trampled butterflies,
But their word to me is dead

The walls are all liquid and my bed is infested-
I do this to myself you know

Seeming to be quite close to becoming full on ghost;
You might as well let me go

Downy in a bed of cotton clouds—
Faraway under seas of coral and wave,
The maritimes of fair and lonely currents
Cast us away and dropped our weary souls
On a lost strand of some great ocean landing,
Circe appeared, was knowing, to greet us as we
Woke, led us to a citadel island above of the sky,
We dranked of thirst, her fey sweet potions in haste,
Made our way in flight to kiss misadventures escape
And mired in woods fell once again, innocent before
The dawning break of a greenly seeded eternal day,
Blue eyes born, became, in the spotted branches,
Freckled arms and barks of ever reaching hair
Praised in silence and timely mystic wanes
Quivered in peace like a yearling doe
As never leaves were blanketing
And the moon sang with toe,
Our eyes sank lowly, softly,
Only to spark upon tides
Of the glittering pools
With starry eyes
Glowing new
In lovelight
Of dear
Sun.

Ghosts haunt this empty house.
A little girl,
Searching every room,
And running through the halls,
Looking for her dad,
Waiting for him to come home.
Lingering around,
She can't understand.
Shes just a child.
Lost.
She doesn't know whats going on,
Only that shes alone.
Strange people living in her house,
They just ignore her,
Like she isn't even there.
Their child,
A little girl too,
Screams every time she sees her,
Like shes some kind of monster.
The little girl screams "ghost!",
Ghost?
Shes not a ghost.
Shes just a lost little girl,
Who wants her dad,
And someone to love her.
No one ever thought about how the ghost girl feels.