Ghosts in my head
Ghosts in my bed
Ghosts on my shoulder
Ghosts of the undead
Ghosts of the dark
Ghosts in the park
Ghosts by the fountain
Ghosts of another part
In a different lifetime
It could’ve been different
In another existence
It could’ve been different
In a better place with happier lives
It would’ve been better
Ghosts of the living
Ghosts unforgiving
Ghosts of my regrets
Ghosts of my hands digging
Ghosts in my room
Ghosts of the moon
Ghosts with hateful eyes
Ghosts writing poetry of doom
In that perfect place
Where I wasn’t a mistake
In that beautiful space
Where life is a beautiful dream