I see you behind the bedroom door,
I see you when i close my eyes.
A dark ghost, chasing me around my house.
when i walk into that cold turn up room I turn around and
there you are.
My burden.
Many times I thought of what i'v seen,
but never spoke of it out loud;
your green wide eyes, my sole serenity.
your black long hair,
My muse and aspiration of perfection.
Oh, my black ghost of rhymes, soon your trail will join with
mine.