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Ghost behind your Eyes

Ghost behind your Eyes

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~Everybody has a ghost of their former self living inside them~ I've seen the ghost behind your eyes.. It tells me stories of sorrow and heartache. How you've been broken so many times, I'll never be able to piece you fully back together. I've seen the ghost behind your eyes. It shows me images, of the perfect life we'll never have. It tells me that I am too late, and you will never be truly happy. I see the ghost behind your eyes.. And I hear him in your voice. A sound so sweet, I hang on every word. He throws me into such a jealous fit of rage.. Because the one thing I want, will never be mine. Why do you look at me this way? I see the ghost in your eyes. A piece of your former self.. You lead me into a false sense of security. I fall for it time and time again. I walk through this life, but in a dream realm An imaginary state where you and I are free.. and perfect.
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I gave up my life four hundred years ago, for my friends and family. Sickness had claimed many in my home town. I gave up my human soul for them and in return I was give immortal soul. Not a vampire or any of that rubbish. Though they do exist. I watched everyone I loved in the time of their dying, knowing I couldn't follow them. Four hundred years later, I'm alive. And feast on the souls that no one uses, as they had before. In sacrificing one life for another, I pray every day, that my past in some way doesn't come back to me. But I was wrong.

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