Little Ghosts

I hear them running down the hall
I hear them scratching on the wall
They come out when I try to sleep
And in my dreams they tend to creep
I see their essence on the floors
Sprinkled and sprayed upon the doors
When I try to lie in bed
They’re on my pillow, in my head
They cry for me when time to feed
Presenting me with a bloody deed
So violent in their loud affair
Teeth and hair fly everywhere
But when I look to find the source
They’ve gone and found a brand new course

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