This ghost inside my mind
Won't live me alone
He is the sweetest of his kind
He's sitting on a throne
Guiding my actions
Controlling emotions
His whispers are unclear
He's shouting in my ears
He haunts me all day and night
He paints my home in black
When I want it to become white
There's no way of looking back
There is no use of repairing me
There's a giant hole inside of me
He is wandering in a complaint
And I know he is not a saint
He cries and haunts
And I scream and try to run
I realize it's not my fault
In this ghost there is no sun
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
PoesíaHere you will find a collection of english poetry. It will deal with such themes as empowerment, nature, feminism, open mindsets or spirituality.
