They haunt me.

Follow the scent of my fear

holding my thoughts in their pain-shaped claws.

Making me writhe in agony of my emotions.

Black clouds

They surround me

Smothering in their warmth.

But it's uncomfortable.

It hurts.

It isn't calm.

It's a storm.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

Heartbreak.

Panic.

The Ghosts.

They wrap their icy grips on my arms.

Gripping me.

Not supporting; but burning into my skin.

They turn with their black gazes.

Glaring,

Holding me under.

Giving no peace.

No happiness as everything I feel is sucked away.

And now there's nothing left.

My Ghosts have taken it all.

Humming their song of sadness as their icy grips reign over me.

Holding my strings.

Just a vessel to feed off of

Until they find another.