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I'm tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close I'm sick of having them hover so near I want them to disappear White and black shifting shadows Circles that breathe in and out I want to shout and release, but with them comes no ease They are reaching into my skull with their bony fingers They grasp on to my train of thought, I can't even say I fought stabs across my skin     signals from my nervous system Dice up my heart and feed it to the shadows I'm tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close They whisper my name constantly beating me insane I swear I'm mad, because sometimes it makes me glad twisted and knotted in my veins they cackle inside my brain Sometimes we're friends and the fun never ends we sit together in gray weather dredged with darkness I whisper your name I turn it over on my tongue waiting and        wishing                    becoming so much more                                                                                                       numb Days seep into nights switch off the lights in my head put myself to bed Say goodnight and close your eyes so you don't see the shadowed demons and where they hide because in your head is where they reside I'm so tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
Ghosts
I'm tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close I'm sick of having them hover so near I want them to disappear White and black shifting shadows Circles that breathe in and out I want to shout and release, but with them comes no ease They are reaching into my skull with their bony fingers They grasp on to my train of thought, I can't even say I fought stabs across my skin     signals from my nervous system Dice up my heart and feed it to the shadows I'm tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close They whisper my name constantly beating me insane I swear I'm mad, because sometimes it makes me glad twisted and knotted in my veins they cackle inside my brain Sometimes we're friends and the fun never ends we sit together in gray weather dredged with darkness I whisper your name I turn it over on my tongue waiting and        wishing                    becoming so much more                                                                                                       numb Days seep into nights switch off the lights in my head put myself to bed Say goodnight and close your eyes so you don't see the shadowed demons and where they hide because in your head is where they reside I'm so tired of these ghosts of which I hold so close.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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