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Poetry Ghosts and Ghouls

The World Between the Words
I like things that haunt me
That twist up and taunt me
That cling to my brain, to my skin, and my bones
Their goal is my heart, or maybe my soul
They burrow inside and stay for so long
They love me, they need me, they don’t know it’s wrong
I know they can’t stay
'Cause love turns to pain
But the numbness I’ve felt
When I’ve been emptied out
Screams through the void
YOU WILL BE DESTROYED
So I call them again
My worst best friends
The ghosts and the ghouls who live in my head​
 
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