When I say I’m scared, know I’m speaking of ghost
Freaky flimsy phantoms my fears love to host
In the lonely nights, as I lie in the dark
These spooky souls, on me disembark
Move in my room in the weirdest possible forms
Stoke my fear’s fire raise eerie whisper’s storms
Gather around my bed with ghastly glowing eyes
They aren’t eyes of ghosts but burning fireflies
They stink of rotten flesh, I smell in them my doom
Of all places on earth, why they love my room?