There is a ghost right behind my back
who appears in dead black
whispering continually
i choose to ignore usually;
today i heard it say,
how long are you gonna stay?
one day, your mask will crack
I wont be there on your back
that day who will speak?
I, you, or some other freak?
Friday, February 12, 2010
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