Am I?

am I the ghost?

for I'm here but I'm not.

not quite living, not quite dead.

wandering around ever aimlessly

watching myself be forgotten

or am I the one being haunted?

for there are whispers in the dark

slowly driving me mad, mad, madder

and the shadows like to play tricks

filling me with doubt and dread

and I cannot hear my thoughts

in the deafening silence and I search

and search for peace, my long lost friend

but she cannot find her place in the screeching shambles I've made my bed.