paper right

The sheets of paper all around

i wish they would leave me 

so that i wont be haunted by the dreams of yesterday

but instead i am plagued 

plagued by the ink and paper that will forever surround me 

And the thing that roams my room 

forever whining about the bloody smell that accompanies the ink

but i will forver write my dreams and thoughts on paper

and my stories will forever plague me 

but in the long run my stories will be covered in dust 

to never be read 

and to never have the bloody smell accompany them to there new home 

i will forever have this smell

and write my stories on millions of pages 

even if the ghosts plague me 

for killing there friend 

or disregarding them 

i will continue on in my dilusional paper right