Ghosts

 The monsters in your closet don't live there anymore....
They lie in your bed,
In your clothes, in your drawers,
They live in your head....
They're devouring you whole...
When you look in the mirror...
Do you recognize who stares back?
There aren't anymore tears,
Was your heart ever that black?
Shuting your windows,
Wishing ghosts come back to play,
Shutting your heart,
Never let night become day,
Masquerade in your memories,
In darkness awake your sin,
Like an old movie over and over,
No end... no beginning.

-C.M.