3 March 2013
I'm a ghost.
A ghost of my own reflection.
Walking the streets at night.
Wondering and weeping quietly.
Trying to find my own self again.
I'm a ghost.
A ghost of an undead soul.
Wearing my black dress.
Do you see me at all?
Am I anything yet?
Carve a hole in my heart.
Leave me to die.
So am I dead yet?
I am... a ghost.
Ghost. • Opuss № I