Not by ghosts, but by a face I can't quite remember. Eyes that shine so brightly each time I see them are now nothing more than a hazy memory.
The thoughts that whisper so quietly inside my mind when I'm sure I have this evil inside of me under control are becoming more persistent.
I know where I need to be, but not quite sure if I'll get there. Will she ever show her face to me or will I always only see a blank slate of nothing?
There are only a few simple things I know to be true:
I'm not a messy man.
I'm not a serial killer.
I can stop anytime I want to.
I am not crazy.
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