There's a ghost in me
Making errie sound
Chilling me out of bones
Striking fear in soul
Wanting me to leave this bloody place cold.
As good as being alone
Strumming rusted strings
Soothing melody starting from a 'Do'
A glimmer of hope
Rises from deepest sorrow.
Hence I delved into bleakness
To beg for a release
Yet he turned his back with no mercy
Saying its fate to be weary.
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