Whos Ghost sits at me door?
sitting and it weeps on the floor.
I watch him frown and glow.
His fears surrounded in woe.
His heart and soul shakes,
Sobs until the tears leave wakes.
The silence finally breaks
As distance waves of birds awake.
The ghost is a deep blue
But he has promises to keep
Until them he shall not sleep.
He lies i bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from the dead
With thoughts of sadness flooding his head.
He Idols being dead.
Face the day with never ending dread.
Who’s those sits at my door?
Weeping on the floor.