Darkness and death,
No more than pain,
Nohing is good or grand,
Everything bad and horrid,
I cant bare to live in this world,
For nothing is right,
All that goes on is never about me,
Its like I'm a ghost people walk through at night,
I hold a knife or two,
Thinking of what to do,
So I say a sorry to my world and sit dead,
Now as a ghost I can haunt you back,
For the terrible things I could not erase,
The sounds you make,
The words you speak,
They all don't mean a thing to me.