A ghost lives within me.
Slowly poking memories in my mind
haunting me of my past
slowly offering me darkness
as it takes away my light

Let me catch my breath
one last time
while the sunset lowers
and I die with the sun

but its never over
as I am here
a living vessel
crafted by stolen parts
leeching by the dead night

I think I'm ready to go
but society's telling me no
holding be back with a torn rope
that won't let me cope

I think I'm ready to leave
because the chills crawling up my sleeve
make me feel whats further
like I've been murdered

I think I'm ready to cry
but my tears float up and die
as I fall down into oblivion
a new reality that I'm living in

The hunt is on, run
Hide from feelings, hide from feeling
Hide from the eyes
the eyes on me

Boiling red tuned to absolute zero
not a thing moves
except you, creature
the one who sees
the one who knows, and shows
who hunts for me
searching for the mystery that could be solved
if they cared enough to breath