The ghosts that haunt my dark dreams.
Might not be real but real enough to me.
Loving faces twisted with disgust.
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Come each time I try to shut my eyes.
Corrupting all that I think I believe.
Don’t want to face them again, but I must.
Each time a little more of me gives up and dies.
Taking the forms that can hurt me the most.
Breaking my own illusion, forced to see.
My heart is something I can no longer trust.
Haunted always, my life, my mind, my ghosts.
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