A wisp of life,
But not quite dead,
No giggles of joy,
No tears to be shed.
A silent girl,
Reserved and shy,
She's had her chance,
She doesn't want to die.
No words to be uttered,
No words to be screamed,
She's always awake,
She misses when she dreamed.
Her black and white story,
Will unfurl,
The mystery of,
The ghost girl.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Salutations down below. For I am your guardian, young fellow. I am your shadow following you all day. If there is trouble, I'll lead the way. In the night I am your moon.
(Half rushed - may rewrite when I get in βΊ). They see me in the moonlight. They see me in the sun. I scare them at twilight. But my job is never done. They see me by the graves now.
Floating in between the worlds,. Life has left me stranded here,. Grounded, haunting, ever more,. Please, show mercy, lend an ear,. Listen, if just for a minute,. To my story, truth be told,.
"A soul for a soul, If you want to save him You must sell me your soul And be my servant," Death speaks to me.
I've seen a ghost. Three times now. Just the one. She sits in the corner and just smiles.
Ferry me across the lake, Along these deathly waters, To my resting family, My brothers, sons and daughters.
In the night. When things are still. And the absence of light. Brings on a chill. There are eyes that watch you. Through the thick black. And ears that listen. When illuminance is lacked.
I see your face here at my window, Your eyes pierce my soul through the glass, Your spirit, it haunts me for closure, I won't let this moment e'er pass.
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