Confusion
Going, coming, running, staying
Oh the mind games they keep playing
Or perhaps it my mind playing tricks on me.
Broken cracked complete insanity.
Shadows and secrets whispers and looks
Over your shoulder again it spooks
Guessing assumptions facades
Deception trickery it's been decades
Tricks of the mind and hand
Demons with demonic plans
Ever watchful careful not to trip
No room for error not one slip
Weakness is what fuels the ghost
Then you're their puppet simply a host
Bend break at their whim
Don't fall in the trap resist them.
For once you give up and admit defeat
It's over put ur heart that their feat
For now you are them
Heart and soul closed never to open again
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