Ghosts

A dark ally way,
Ghosts run and play.
They say I’m crazy,
Maybe I am, maybe.
To these ghosts, I am their mother,
To me, this family is like no other.
I love my little ghosts with all my heart,
Even though they tear me apart.
I gave them my soul,
They gave me a home.
Here, I feel set free,
Here, I feel that I am me. 
Every day I’m changing,
My emotions raging.
I killed several,
I’ve gone mental.
I need to settle the score,
I must kill more!
My friends follow,
Death makes me feel less hallow.
Next victim standing there,
I can smell their fear in the air.
I draw my knife,
I take their life.
People stop and stare,
My ghosts feeding and bodies falling everywhere.
Police catch me and ghosts set me free,
For I’m the only one who can see.
Running down the street,
Random people falling to their feet.
I’m having fun,
As they fall one by one.
The city is dead,
The streets covered in red.
Homicide the only thought in my head,
I must go to the next city for this isn’t the end!