ghosts like to walk through me

they twist my limbs and heal the rot

they set the stage and play the part

they help me smile when I am weak

they entertain the thoughts I call bleak

they laugh and sing and gaze at stars

they never tear my mind apart

I cannot see them, only feel

their emotions heavy but lack evil

if harbored love could fly from skins

and translate into everything

the grass, the life, the people near

then ghosts may walk through me once again

they need not permission or doors or keys

just dreams that fuel my fantasy

and only when my job is done

can we both move on as peaceful ones.

TheDemiDevil

MD

16 years old

More by TheDemiDevil

  • picking up the pieces

    sarcastic jabs and quippy lines

    I hope you know I usually don't mean it

    and I know my best is not enough

    but that's what being human is all about

    I don't have to worry about perfection

    I will overcome compulsions

  • day dreamers

    like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

    I constantly reflect everything and everyone

    daydreamers like to envision a new world

    one where every cog in the machine does its job

    we get tired of being the mirror