I feel the ghosts creeping.
They are always watching around me.
I don’t know if its from my front or my behind,
but I know they know,
they watch around these corners,
I can’t even say they’re mine.
not when they are lurking,
From my front or my behind.
I don’t see any faces,
Their presence is enough.
Did I walk in on something?
Or are they looking for lunch?
I need space from these ghosts,
Or should I say one?
It’s all tom foolery, I need my bed and some love..