The Ghost Came Back

You don't know the ghost,
not yet.
But its peering out
from inside my head.
And rather than push it away
a darker me asked it to stay.
I shouldn't have.
But I don't care.
The me that's me is unaware
of all the danger pending, still
its far too weak
to hold its will.
It's gone, for now.
I'm not sure where.
Sometimes I'm lost.
But do I care?
They might as well
have shot up my heart
with Novocaine.
It has no part
in feeling anything from here.
I'll dissolve until I disappear.
My words already have
and these you read
were written by the ghost,
not me.
I wouldn't leave you
all so lost
at where I went
and what its cost.
But I'm losing sight of anything bright.
The ghost lives out the days like nights.
And I'm taken over.
Just like that.
Fell on the wrong side
and I can't go back.
I would try to claw my way back to
the fence I fell from. But the ghost knew
that I would try to escape. It stayed
pushing me down. And unafraid
of what the consequence would be
when I'm someone
that isn't me.