Haunted House
Are you the ghost, or am I?
Echoes of the past haunt me I have become a museum Of everyone I have loved and Everyone who has hurt me My body has become a creaking house With lights that flicker to the beat of my heart And apparitions that roam the corridors of my veins Undead life threatens to burst through my ribcage A long fought battle against my mind wages Visions of emptied pill bottles and Emaciated ribs and thighs keep the score I think I've won, But at what cost?