Ghost

February 6, 2018

I could be a ghost. A renegade from despair; a vigilante.

Because I don't belong in this nightmare.

So let the screams fall silent,

And the voices cease,

Sing a lullaby for all the ones who didn't make it out alive,

And let me fall asleep,

Let me fall to pieces,

And tomorrow,

Maybe I'll try again to be a ghost.






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