Saturday, 2 May 2015

Ghost

It's strange

I don't see me

It's strange

There's no reflection

Why am I here?

I'm a ghost

 

Take to the garden

There's no breeze in my hair

May as well not be here

No birds chirping to me

Not sun to even leer

 

It's strange

I don't see me

It's strange

There's no reflection

Why am I here?

I'm a ghost

 

I feel so desposed

There's only a crust of life

And it's going down

Down with the song of misery

With me

With me

 

It's strange

I don't see me

It's strange

There's no reflection

Why am I here?

I'm a ghost

 

It's strange

I don't see me

It's strange

There's no reflection

Why am I here?

I'm a ghost

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