Talking to Myself

I'm not talking to myself I'm not talking to anyone I'm on the border Half ghost, half girl Type casted for a haunted world But if you speak to melody Flattering chords accompanying Into the void, go scream, go screech Nobody suspects a thing Recite the lyrics of the universe Hope you memorized a million words Rhythm sells as poetry Merely text you're penciling A letter or journal entry Art's double-standard currency