the disappearing creature You see out of the corner Of your eye, The dictating voices, And all of the ghosts That haunt you
You laugh, try to convince The world That You are not afraid
But you still don’t know That you, yourself, Can destroy the very Demons you are So bound by
repeat after me: “I am in control.”
You can exorcise The cold, abandoned Body you are Meant to treat Like a home
Purge it’s Negative forces, Rid it of cobwebs And dust mites, Set rat traps, Pull up the blinds And paint the shutters The same colour as The sun in the sky
You are not Deep, dark and dank Like they said you were
You are A little bit empty, And in need of some Home improvement