Your Haunting

Not all haunted places are mansions.

Minds can be taken over by a ghost,

A creeping violent host.

Gnashing teeth and blood red skin,

Foam meandering down its chin.

But don’t let it have satisfaction.

Don’t let it engross all your thoughts to come.

Destroy the ghostly scum.

Family and friends help,

Trying to make the demon melt.

As the war rages inside your brain,

You cannot win, but try to bare the pain.

But it has overcome,

Your brave warriors of love,

And has destroyed you this same day.

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