This haunted temple of mine inside is just a spirit prison...
Housing cold dark spirits that control my every thought...
I have not chosen these frozen and unholy written visions...
And though I'm blessed, I am a mess, and thoroughly possessed...

I would love to choose, the words I've used, to create a new tomorrow...
Ghosts inside have taken over and gotten the best of me...
I've lost control, of my sick soul, there's nothing left to borrow...
I can't compete, I'm incomplete, there's no love left just sorrow...

Exorcisms failed to force from where these demons roam...
Ghostly rebel spirits have now made me their new home...
An abduction of, who I once was, a pure and innocent child...
Ghostwriters in me, are obviously, the one's that wrote this poem....