The Ghost In My Closet

There's a ghost in my closet

at my home!

It's horrid,

and devours heart of the weak.

It sneaks out when I sleep

and touches me!

It's erotic,

yet thunder makes it eerie.

It moves swiftly across time

through the dead!

it's vile,

reeking with smell of the rotten.

I wonder why I'm unharmed, still.

The ghostly ogles!

It's solipsistic,

The clock goes tick, tick tick. 

Could it be a past lover

lost in vengeance?

It's surreal,

with walloping heart and bated breath.

Could it be a dream

or a nightmare?

It's confusing,

For I'm sure there's a ghost in my closet!