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Malik Tropez Jun 2016
Because my name is __


You wouldn't see me cry,
You wouldn't believe me if I showed you my scars

I am not a devil nor a saint,
I'm not a leader or a follower

You wouldn't believe me if I told you I knew people,
Because I couldn't tell you their names or describe their faces

My eyes are never the same,
Because each second,
If you look into them,
You'll see a different story

See the trumpet blaze,
But the sound lays def at heaven's door

Each sound,
Moving,
Struggling,
But at the same time,
At peace as well

For they know their existence,
Is for something to be taken from them,
They always break in the end,
But somehow,
Always repair themselves in an instant

You cannot see,
Hear,
Or feel them,
After all,
Their name is Ghost

— The End —