I’ll hang myself in shame

In pain

Who needs love

It’s all so fake

Not real

Why can’t I be tough

Oh paranoia

You’re such a bitch

Just sitting in my house

Not paying any rent

Making me hear the unknown

Grotesque imagines usually roam

My daily thoughts and day dreams

They come to me sleep

Lulling me in a false sense of security

I know I’m not from here

From this planet

I’m probably from Saturn

Or one of its moons

Swooning over the solar system helps me get through

It help makes sense of the shadows

That at one time

Filled me with a sense of doom

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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