THIRTEEN GHOSTS

Thirteen ghosts inside my head
Like nightmares come to call
Numbered with the living dead
Or echoes in the hall

The FIRST is simple as this rhyme
Or lipstick on a note
She died inside a story
Just some poetry I wrote

The SECOND seems so much the same
Yet different to a fault
A sad refrain of point and blame
A wound to fill with salt

And number THREE is plain to see
He sold his soul for thrills
Some wicked deeds to suit the needs
Of one who steals and kills

FOUR was just an open door
That led into a room
A whisper to be quiet
Someone growing up too soon

FIVE is someone that I knew
A version of myself
He chased a vain existence
Placing lovers on a shelf

Number SIX is nameless
Yet an expert in submission
Cuts between whats heard and seen
With surgical precision

SEVEN is not lucky
She’s the devil in disguise
Tied my tongue with promises
Believing all her lies

EIGHT is a mistake I made
A taste that was acquired
Temptation on a satin plate
Unsatisfied desire

NINE was like a line I crossed
That cut her heart in two
A face replaced
A brass ring tossed
A kiss for lips of blue

And then there’s TEN
A deadly pen
With murderous intent
The page licked clean
The final scene
Another bullet spent

ELEVEN lies inside a grave
Of all my favorite sins
A dirge for lovers ending
On the sharp end of a pin

And TWELVE’S a secret friend of mine
A book of time we killed
She filled the pages with her blood
And drowned in ink I spilled

But THIRTEEN’S what I fear the most
The pain I’ve saved for last
We cleverly create the ghosts
That haunt our future’s past

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