Analysis of He Is A Ghost.

He'll always protects me
Or is he a fake
He scatters in my room
Making objects break

He's tall and black
And towers over me
He's always there
Even when I can't see

Maybe he loves me
Or just thinks of hate
I'm scared he'll hurt me
If I leave this too late

The devils symbol
He drew it on my wall
He told me to blame myself
Which made me feel small

I don't understand this
He makes me bleed
But he's my friend
He's something that I need

He stroked my hair
And told me I'll get better
But he made me write
A suicide letter

He said I have to join him
As he messed with my head
He said I'll be beautiful
Better off dead

He controlled my wrist
As the paper touched the ink
He gave me a knife
I had no time to think

He threw me against the wall
And told me to draw blood
I did what he said
He said I'm doing good

The blood flowed fast
Or so it did seem
But then I woke up
And it was just a dream