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Dec 2014
We believe there is a demon in an empty room
Resides in coward mind the horrifying gloom
But who you think expect that in this haunted dark
Two souls suddenly lit a very brilliant spark

Together with a crowd but still felt so alone
Every time my mere sense hear terrifying groan
But in a single moment my wholeness turns like rock
Not by fear nor dread but how both our hands lock

I just go with the flow unmindful of the path
Ghosts or untamed spirit, I do not care β€˜bout that
We're like walking in underworld but I never felt fear
Coz every time I was to break, she always pulls me near

I might encounter spirits in the corner of my eyes
Or smell scent that is like body in demise
And in the noise of the dark that terrorize
There is a hand I hold, an angel in disguise

We crazily gone hunting in the darkest of zone
In a haunted place that harshly shivers my bone
But ghost hunting while holding each other’s hand?
The haunted place suddenly turns to wonderland
Written by
Ikong Garabiles  Somewhere
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