The Ghost

Every night when I fall asleep,
There’s a ghost hanging over me
It looks me in my shuttered eyes
And says who do you want to be

I hear his wails, his rattling chains
As I try to relax and calm down
But the ghost shatters my lights into dust
With a wave of his hand around

So I plug my ears with cotton and wool
But still I hear his cries
For when I wake up in the morning
At the foot of my bed he lies

As I go through my day, the ghost waits
As docile as a lamb
But when the night comes and I go to sleep
The ghost unleashes his dam

“You lowlife, worthless piece of shit
You’ve made so many mistakes,
And you will definitely die alone
Someone should cut your brakes”

The ghost hangs over me every single night
And right before I go to sleep,
I wonder what if he’s actually right