I believe in ghosts.
The haunting memories of nightmares past.
The spooky stories buried inside.
The life I thought I left behind.
The demons I thought I left in the past.
The scary torment of which I thought I was free.
The sins I thought were forgiven.
The bodies, deep; that I hoped were forgotten.
The creatures I thought were dead to me.
I believe in ghosts.
I see them taking form.
Circling, over a prey they thought was lost.
Rejoicing, that their moment has come.
I believe in ghosts.
I’m all alone in the dark.
A dark and creepy night.
Armed with nothing but the moon’s light.
I believe in ghosts.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
I believe in ghosts.
The haunting memories of nightmares past.
The spooky stories buried inside.
The life I thought I left behind.
The demons I thought I left in the past.
The scary torment of which I thought I was free.
The sins I thought were forgiven.
The bodies, deep; that I hoped were forgotten.
The creatures I thought were dead to me.
I believe in ghosts.
I see them taking form.
Circling, over a prey they thought was lost.
Rejoicing, that their moment has come.
I believe in ghosts.
I’m all alone in the dark.
A dark and creepy night.
Armed with nothing but the moon’s light.
I believe in ghosts.
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