Humans Are Scarier Than Ghosts - A Poem

My dear child, Do not fear the dark.  When the night lies down on the streets, ghosts hangout under the neon lights.  They love to scare people. My dear child, Do not fear the ghosts. 

They love the boiled blood and torn up fleshes. They do not hear the terrific screaming of the burning eyes. The ghosts only see the crumbling body, which wants to cross miles away, like a shooting star, away from the horror. My dear child, Do not fear them ghosts. 

And the ghosts love to compete with animals, Like a hungry wolf, they look at their preys and slowly comes closer.  They play with bodies, and come home with ten medals in the Olympics of cruelty. My dear child, Do not fear the ghosts. 

The ghosts love to chase the women. A body when breaks down like an old banian, they look for another moss. Yet, my dear child, Do not fear the ghosts. 

When helium overshadowed the neon lights  The half alive body is seen on the street, murmuring.  People come by Looking at her with utmost disgust. They pinch on her deep wounds. The ghosts laugh, roam around freely in the air. Look for their next prey. 

The moribund soul gets to know, Fear doesn't only come from the ghosts, But also from the humans. Humans are scarier than the ghosts. 

My dear child, Fear none.