Exorcism 3.0

So,
I collect these  skeletons in my closet.
 They look good hanging' in there for me.
Sometimes they say HI,
sometimes they chew some stares
 that make my guts hurt and revolve.

They can be dangerous,
but I like them.
I guess they must be very confused.
Who's this one that has me trapped here in the dark?
Why the light in her eyes can be so addictive?
Who am I?
Why is it so cold in here?

I guess sometimes people keep stuff
they dont really need.

Sleep well my dearesest.

I'm sorry, I forgive you, I love you, Thank you.