I stare at the reflected light,
until there’s no more
Darkness enters,
and nothing ever shone so bright

I stare at the ghosts,
they say they have watched me since yesterday
Now they laugh, feast on my mind
They think I’m a lovely host
I am not scared
I just wish I’d be less kind

I stare til I am them,
and they are me
The pictures on my wall fall down one by one
Supposedly, I should now be free.

But I am not, nor will I ever be
For I put the pictures back up
When the ghosts taunt me
With their running through walls
that I could only ever collide with
With their echoing laugh
that overshadows my crying

I wish to turn the lights back on
and hide there
To creep inside the pillow,
dissolve into my bed
But how could I forget
That what I believed to be green,
is actually red?

Reflection seems less real
Suddenly there was never any light
Darkness penetrates my body
There are no weapons,
but nor is there any need to fight.
So, I lay here waiting
As do they
The ghosts shall accept me
as one of them some day