ghost

it was the work you never did
the trash you never took outside
the friend you never cared about
the red light that you ran
the intuition you ignored

tossing and turning at night
paranoia casting shadows on your wall
voices of umpteen ghouls in your head
screaming for release
torturing your soul

she said,''son stay home tonight"
but rebellion made more sense than she
and you went all out in efforts to prove a point
now your best friend is no more
just another shadow on your wall

he said,"please forgive me"
and you saw a flicker of goodness left
maybe-just maybe-not all is lost
and imagination triumphed over intelligence
just another ghoul in your soul

so do it now;take out the trash
care for a friend;don't run a red light
listen to intuition but use your head
work,trash,friend and light I wish it were
because these screams and torture I can take no more