i am a ghost
wandering sad and vacant round the little town
peeking into places i once loved, wincing at my previous renown
i am a ghost
slowly dancing to music only i can hear
waltzing to the clinking chains of pain throughout the years
i am a ghost
still sentient, still feeling
wading through an endless swamp of mud with heavy boots, keeping love in check, passion reined, and emotions well concealing
i am the ghost of a lovely girl, a worst past self, a plot unfurled
i am the ghost of one lost love, scars running deep, life in a whirl
i am a ghost of the damn past, but i am concrete and appearing
tangible and well-meaning, a strange eccentric being
excuse me please, i am a ghost, understood not here or there
always morphing, always changing, living, closer to despair
dust will swirl through the room and settle on the stairs
the twilight sun will tremble in, filtering the air
dying flowers lie around, their rotting corpses strangely lovely
i will be here to meet you there, my darling, singular beauty.
