because i needed to write something though i had no idea how i was going to say it so i just started writing
and i am unsure of what ink will be spilled here and i apologise in advance if a picture comes out of it that is
too much for you to handle
sometimes poison bleeds out of my veins instead of blood
and it's a wonder that i've survived so long with blood so toxic
yet i found a way to live without living
the other day
my friend asked me if i was afraid of ghosts
i said i wasn't because ghosts are just spirits that are looking for a body to inhabit
i told her this and
she looked at me like i was deranged or on drugs
she then asked me if i was okay
//no//
my lips said yes
and my mind screeched no!
so she walked away thinking i really was okay
leaving me with thoughts that would strangle me to the ground
i hate thinking
and being alone
that's when the monsters come out and play
like this monster that apparated from her "are you afraid of ghosts" question
spawned the most evil creatures of thought
and i can't fight it
no i am not afraid of ghosts because
i am just a spirit looking for the body that once sheltered my existence