Haunted by a dark spirit, and this time it's not my past
Taunted, larks, I can hear it, these chimes that never last
' Wanted ', marks here and these crimes are rotting vast
Unwanted, carks,tears with no time to escape,fast
Troubled by the ghost that shrieks symphonies of pain
Crumbled,bent and grossed, I tried to leave, but in vain
Struggled utmost, reeks of blood on my knees, barely sane
Rubbles, I'm ' toast', because the ghost is really me refrained
Haunted by the reflections prowling in the mirror
Haunted by the imperfections growling ' can you see her'
Haunted by the corrections howling to occur
Haunted by the inflections owling more than I can bear
