A ghost lives in my mind
He haunts me at night, when its dark
The ghost consumes my thoughts
Like it's his last meal
He forms goosebumps on my skin
He burns me with thoughts I otherwise couldn't
build on my own he takes responsibility of the actions
I am to a coward to admit to
He kills the begonia flowers growing inside my ribcage
And searches for the ghost of my former self in the space between my left and right lung
He is lost but he isn't trapped
He has an option to leave but he chooses to stay
And builds a cemetery inside my head.