there are ghosts from my past, shamelesly they build a wall, a wall around my broken heart, atleast a billion feet tall.
like zombies in the night, chasing me as i burn, running for my life, finding them at every turn.
relentlessly taunted, sadisticly haunted, changing the way that i see, i see no light, only darkness, my heart it has been hardened. are they making a ghost out of me?