Lying with your ghost keeps lonely at bay; Oh how I long for it through out the day. Too many worlds stand in our way, leaving me ravished for slumber as the sky falls into the gray. Oh Mr. Ghost, please say you will stay. Please hold me as we fall into the fray.
Oh, how I weep as on this road so hollow and deep. A tear for each leaf.
May the artic ice take it’s tones… Allow the freeze to reach your bones… Brace yourself for a pain that rightfully belongs… My shards shall reach through your lungs… No warmth to avail… God help the pain that shall prevail… A suffering straight from hell… Never was there a warning to entail… Nor ever a survivor that lived to tell my tale.