Do ghosts exist?
If they do
they exist in me

Cause If the past is dead
then we are just ghosts
inside memories


You walk into my mind
Forcing me to run towards
what is no longer real
And your fragmented touch
I can somehow still feel


I will always see you
in your purgatory
that’s bound to me

To haunt all these places
our bodies use to be


Sometimes,
I hear your ghost speak

I get the chills
when I hear you say:

"don't leave me"