Phantom

My Mind is a Crypt
dipped in Sulfiric acid
the Skeletons are far from placid,
the Ghosts have developed bad habits
can you imagine?? A boneyard with so much heart??
Demons with just as much bite as bark
even a spark of fake florescence
couldn't effect the dismal darkness's self proclaimed reverence
as it envelopes my Memory
it's obscence
the ghastly hold this Phantom has over me
I can't shake the fiends...
they penetrate my physche
Freddy Krueger, they haunt my dreams
and it seems... only I understand the speech,
the bones backward tongues
constantly slowing me down as I try to run
my legs weigh a ton...
threading through the muck and mud of what I once was
nothing below or above...
just around me, surrounded me; the souls; I hide
but they always found me
the Demon dogs hound me
the Boogey man knocks at the closet door
the Mummies emerge from the floor
I'm fucked for now but eventually...
I will expel these poltergeists of before...