I met a ghost today and it wasn't yours
You're just so devoid of life that I consider you a ghost, frail and haunting
She's almost as cruel as you, if not more
This ghost I met is crueler than u and that says something
She lived in my mind and inked my skin
She made me ink my skin with red ink and made me self-harm
She made me feel fine ,I made her feel grim
She made me feel free and well, but I made her feel bitter
She always wanted me to cut deeper and nothing pleased her
I met a ghost,and I tried to ask her why she's here
I tried asking her how she died
Got angry utmost, she said she abided by her spear
She got furious and claimed she died because of her devotion and loyalty to her spear ( or blade)
Her eyes turned red and then she says
Maybe it's you who should be dead
She told me I should join her
I met a ghost today and it wasn't you
I met a ghost today and what she said is true
Maybe I should join her
So, I'm sorry for leaving, that is if you care
I just had to be reunited with her
The ghost was self-harm itself, and tonight was our reunion
And so goodbye
