[ SK ] Ghosts?

      
There's no such thing        
        
Hey, it's just my opinion        
       
Though having read any books        
of mine based on numerous        
"supposed" haunted locations        
along good ole Route 66        
you'd already know        
that's how I roll        
       
And by ghosts, I mean lost souls        
dearly departed from their bodies        
still wandering this mortal coil        
       
But, just hear me out for a moment;        
       
what if there are places in this world        
that pull no punches, telling it like it is
      
Call'em psychic mirrors or vortexes        
or whatever new age bullshit      
you scrape off your shoe's tread---        
these locations mind-fuck you        
with your own personal baggage        
       
I know; absurd, right?        
       
I'd be laughing my ass off as well        
if not for the night I spent in that        
evil fucking room        
on the Dolphin Hotel's 14th floor        
       
Listen ...        
the oil paintings on the walls?        
Came alive within their frames---        
morphed into stranger things        
       
The walls themselves flexed        
as if that crusty building was alive        
and I was in its expanding lungs        
       
Get this --- the floor turned quicksand        
where I was standin; I could feel        
myself sinking into something        
other than the room below---        
can't say what is was for sure        
       
I want to describe it as        
liquid oblivion        
       
Anyway, doesn't matter if it was real        
or not, what actually happened to me;        
or, if I hallucinated it all ...        
       
The experience was mine        
because none of us can see        
beyond our own convictions        
       
So, I can appreciate why guests      
who survived their stay in 1408      
insist it is at maximum capacity        
with human spirits        
       
Point is ...        
       
when you don't believe in anything?        
       
Then there's nothing concrete        
for hoisting yourself out      
of the impending madness      
swallowing you up        
       
And let me tell you---        
       
that's some really scary shit        
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
iteration prior to Ahavati's comprehensive honest critique      
       
       
There's no such thing        
       
Hey, it's just my opinion;        
       
though having read any books        
of mine based on numerous        
"supposed" haunted locations        
along good ole Route 66        
you would already know        
that's how I roll        
       
And by ghosts, I mean lost souls        
dearly departed from their bodies        
not this mortal coil        
       
But, just hear me out for a moment;        
       
what if there are places in this world        
that pull no punches, telling it like it        
is - call'em psychic mirrors or vortexes        
or whatever new age bullshit term        
you can scrape off your shoe's tread -        
these locations mind fuck you        
with your own personal baggage        
       
I know; absurd, right?        
       
I'd be laughing my ass off as well        
if not for the night I spent in that        
evil fucking room        
on the Dolphin Hotel's 14th floor        
       
Listen ...        
the oil paintings on the walls?        
Came alive within their frames -        
morphed into different images        
       
The walls themselves flexed        
as if that crusty building was alive        
and I was in its expanding lungs        
       
Get this - the floor turned quicksand        
where I was standing - I could feel        
myself sinking into something        
other than the room below;        
can't say what is was for sure        
       
I want to describe it as        
liquid oblivion        
       
Anyway, doesn't matter if it was real        
or not; actually happening to me;        
if I hallucinated it all ...        
       
The experience was mine to own        
because none of us can see        
beyond our own convictions        
       
So I can appreciate why guests who        
survived their stay in 1408 insist        
it is packed to maximum capacity        
with human spirits        
       
Point is ...        
       
when you don't believe in anything?        
       
Then there's nothing concrete to grab        
and use for hoisting yourself out of the        
impending madness swallowing you up        
       
And let me tell you -        
       
that's some really scary shit