It ​came ​in ​through ​my ​kitchen ​window

Ominous ​and ​wispy, ​frozen-like

And ​I ​don’t ​know ​if ​it ​knew ​that ​I ​was ​watching

As ​it ​helped ​itself ​to ​all ​the ​food ​in ​sight

Gluttonously ​cramming ​things ​into ​its ​gullet

But ​it ​passed ​through ​my ​kitchen ​window ​there ​all ​right?

And ​I ​could ​hear ​its ​dragging ​chains ​across ​the ​floorboards

How ​were ​they ​not ​just ​falling ​through ​the ​other ​side?

How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​of ​their ​matter ​inconsonance?

Do ​they ​know ​we’re ​there ​when ​they ​pass ​through ​us?

Are ​we ​helpless ​to ​their ​immortal ​stunts?

I ​think ​that ​I ​am ​decent

I ​feel ​that ​people ​think ​I’m ​good ​and ​nice

I ​strive ​to ​live ​respectfully ​and ​“normal”

And ​I ​stand ​up ​for ​myself ​when ​I ​know ​I’m ​right

WHY ​does ​this ​feeling ​that ​I’m ​awful ​flood ​my ​body?

Such ​haunting ​thoughts ​of ​shame ​and ​guilt.. ​But ​why?

If ​I ​swear ​to ​you ​I’ll ​try ​harder ​tomorrow

Will ​you ​spare ​me ​of ​these ​hellish ​taunts ​tonight?

How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​the ​power ​they ​have ​over ​us?

Spinning ​days ​to ​weeks, ​yet ​years ​to ​months

Why ​bombard ​us ​with ​all ​these ​thoughts ​at ​once?

How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​they ​lack ​consistency?

Do ​they ​think ​they’re ​not ​our ​enemy?

Or ​do ​they ​only ​go ​after ​men ​like ​me?

“It’s ​not ​me” ​it ​said. ​“You ​seem ​quite ​upset. ​Just ​try ​to ​forget

Oh” ​it ​said ​“I’m ​not ​anything. ​I’m ​not ​even ​here

It’s ​all ​you ​in ​there

It’s ​on ​you” ​it ​said

“It’s ​on ​you.”

“It’s ​all ​your ​fault.”

How ​do ​ghosts ​work?