Ghost

There’s that voice in your head when no one is speaking.

I’ll be gone like a ghost right before you start to see me.

Oh, how your heart breaks, you probably wish you never met me.

You lost the best you’ll ever have, you probably wish you never left me.

The wind carries my scent, which is blowing in your face.

Baby, my arms are open but they’re not a safe place.

Maybe my indifference is taunting you, I hope my absence is haunting you.

I died in this place, I’m a part of its walls now.

I rose from this grave, so much effort to crawl out.

You’re having nightmares again? I thought your mind was a vault.

You can’t sleep, and then forget that it’s my fault.

So turn your head for a second, I vanish in thin air.

I sneak into your heart before you know that I’m there.

My room is freezing cold.

Now you see me, and now you don’t.

You begin to see your own breath.

Shivering cold from your own death.

As friends we gather, heart’s are true! Spirits near, we call to you!

As I’ve pieced my soul together, I felt a bit insane.

All that’s left of my weakness is but shattered remains.

I never stay for long.. catch a glimpse in your eyelids.

I haunted all your dreams, that is what I did.

Whenever I return, I’ll come back to disappear faster.

Like a ghost, I’m invisible. Hey, I could be Casper!

I’m hollow as a ghost in my shell.

Allow me to be your personal hell.

Reach your arm right through me.. but you still can’t find my heart.

Toss your soul right to me.. And then you may depart.

Pins and needles rain from the sky, as if it all were hail.

I’d sell you my soul, but it isn’t for sale.

Every time I go outside, I feel something watching me.

Might as well flee for my life because there’s nothing else stopping me!

Indiscernible whispers cast to your ears.

The hair on your necks always stands if I’m here.

You can walk right through me, as if I were air.

If I looked at my reflection, I would see no one there.

I’d never know right if I didn’t know wrong.

Didn’t know what I had until it was gone.

Even my ghost can see right through you.

And to think, at a time, I was happy I knew you.

No, I can’t hate you, but I feel nothing at all.

Pick up the Ouija Board and give me a call!

There’s nothing like absence in place of perspective.

It’s harder to leave when you have no direction.

By such a time, it’s already late,

And the guilt on your shoulders is far too much weight.

But I can’t live a life, if I’m scared to death of it.

If you squeeze half a trigger to your head, then I’ll help you pull the rest of it..

Then be a ghost just like me.

I could have lived for something else, and probably far worse I’d be!