Jan 2020
Constantly staring at me
From my half open bedroom door
Intoxicating my brain
Says, it’ll stay, evermore
A ghost, it’s a lost soul
More weak, less scary
Watching me as I grow
All old and weary
My invariable company
Infiltrating my ‘lonely’
Says it won’t harm
Only here to watch me as I sleep
It holds me not to let go
Not to hurt, but to caress
When all the people leave
And I crave the bitter sweetness
From my half open bedroom door
Intoxicating my brain
Says, it’ll stay, evermore
A ghost, it’s a lost soul
More weak, less scary
Watching me as I grow
All old and weary
My invariable company
Infiltrating my ‘lonely’
Says it won’t harm
Only here to watch me as I sleep
It holds me not to let go
Not to hurt, but to caress
When all the people leave
And I crave the bitter sweetness
