The Ghost
Once here, only a breath
Vaporized into the unknown
Like a whisper, quiet enough to forget
To remind you why I am there
Like a fraction of the pain unseen
Soon a memory, later to forget
But a chill will call you back
Swift like time, I pass on through
You read right through me
As a message in the sand
Covered over by the oncoming wind
Time will heal and time will forget
You call unto me and dance with death
Like hands so frail bound by what is seen
Whisper my name, remember me
Autor(es): Abated Mass of Flesh
