Dec 2015
I am the phantom
That walks through the halls
Of your sad, empty mind.
I am the spirit
That reminds you, endlessly,
Of the reality you left behind.
I am the ghost*
That keeps you awake and afraid
Of facing another pitiful day.
That walks through the halls
Of your sad, empty mind.
I am the spirit
That reminds you, endlessly,
Of the reality you left behind.
I am the ghost*
That keeps you awake and afraid
Of facing another pitiful day.
