Not A Ghost

Creepier I felt,

Turning back against the tint,

Searching for the existence,

Of something that kept me being wild.

Why couldn't I find anything,

Not really hoping,

But why am I being tricked?

Nah not a figure in white-gown,

But somewhere here there is.

Not a ghost,

Not a human,

Something surreal,

Is what I love to believe.

I am not being stalked, Am I?

Not in the light, but in dark,

When nobody's there,

He comes, comes to me like-

To vanish away the loneliness.

I am neither feared nor scared,

But the legless figure following me,

Is all I could draw in my head,

I beleived, believed he was a ghost-

Till I found that I was one.

And it was now that I found,

It was all my misdeeds,

Done when I was kicking and alive

Couldn't hide, It knows,

Knows me well..

And no- how can I take it all back?

Wish if I could.

I am still being haunted,

Till when remains as a mystery.