Ghosts during midnight

They were after me,

like undesirable ghosts

who suddenly come during midnight

to wake you up.

They were on my ears,

whispering constantly,

bothering me with the same words,

trying to make me happy

with those false comments.

Every single letter they tried to pronounce

clearly to me was untrue,

was a lie.

Pity was that those weren't white lies.

All of them were premiditated,

predetermined,

planned.

It was a whole plan to make me theirs,

to make me part of a nasty, dirty game,

in which they wanted to become the victims

of my acts

and thoughts.

I tried, I attempted an emergency landing

to my fantasy world, to the Nowhere...

But it was too late. Perhaps they might come again NOW

to kiss what they haven't yet.

(La Hormiga)