Based on True Events! Read at your own risk.
For some reason I was alone that night.
In a 3 bedroom apartment only 1 had lights.
Devoid of my sleep whom I had strangely met earlier,
Devil’s workshop, my mind started the game, “Wrong or Right?”.
Whilst I was hovering over ancient subjects,
Door to my room squeaked open.
Never had I ever been so perplexed,
And then that ghastly silence got broken.
“Still awake, I see. I thought I’ll find you asleep,
Is today different somehow?, because
Usually you are sound asleep.”
I lost my voice and my choice,
And locked were my eyes.
A devilish figure was in rejoice,
While I kept reminding myself, these are all lies.
Pulled a chair and sat right across me,
A face I can never assimilate.
Said he was I, here to see me,
And customize my fate.
He looked like the evil I see in me,
Grimly smile with the perfect word.
Nudged so that I turn my head,
There I was, sleeping on my bed.
It was a meeting of the ghost and the spirit,
Who both come at night.
One helps to build while the other only exhibits,
My talk with a ghost was basically every Wrong or Right.