Ghost Poem by Saint Cynosure

Scariest of thought to me
that I should be no more
Sentenced yet to walk this world
just like I've done before
Lesser than a memory
I've become a fear
Banished all inside a room
the strangers that I scare
The knocks on doors
the screeching floors
the lights I've learned to flicker
Dying to communicate
While my darks getting thicker
Ghost to this and ghost to that
in this world there no sleeping
Only shame and ridicule
there is no secret keeping
Everything you've done in life
is shown to all before
Scariest of thought to me
that I should be no more.