There's a blue-lipped ghost outside my window.
Do you see him, or is he just a figment of my worst self?
It's been days since I saw the bluish hues.
"Open the door, I am with you," he beckons,
But I don't, because now I've found a light within me I thought I never had,
Burning bright with the fervour of the thousand trees
Knowing now it's my strength.
