talking to the ghost

Calling a ghost
Talking to her as if she were real
Staring at a wall with only words overhead
Bring me the beast that lays inside of her
I ask questions I tell her stories of the past
She knows then to well
Call me crazy
Sick and twisted I might say your right
But never will I stop
Frustration such a bore even in this world
Reality a sick and twisted world
Riding on  a roller coaster without ever getting off
Getting lost in your valley of lies
Tearing down the doors
Burning the thing you once called a heart
She understands
Tells me to sleep
Peter his name
The man that takes me to a forest
My fathers death killed but I stayed alive
My mothers heart cried
This little girl thought me to hide
Holds me
Cares for me
Call me crazy
Tell me you can't see her
If you could you would scream drag me away
Her name is unspoken
Her face bloody but her eyes such a blue
She is not crazy
Neither am I
She teaches me and i tell her stories