A Haunted Ghost Trimeric
The hairs on my arm are electrified,
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Used to think it was all in my head,
my subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Such wicked and tainted air
it’s so heavy I can barely breathe;
Used to think it was all in my head;
Just a misfiring of the senses,
hearing or smelling false things;
My subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I taste fruit from another season,
The eternal echo of a haunted ghost.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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