Ghosts all around me.
Everywhere I turn, a ghost
Stares at me blankly, knowingly,
Eyes boring holes into my soul,
Taunting me with mocking grins,
Knowing the secrets I desperately hide.

Ghosts passing through me
Make my heart freeze like ice. 
My spirit goes numb; words evade me
Like feeling escapes frost bitten fingers.
No way to feel, nothing to feel;
the ghosts take my soul. 

Ghosts deep within me,
Ripping my innards to shreds,
Clawing their way out of my mind,
Eating their way to the surface of my skin, 
Fighting for a way to get out...

They just may