Specter

SKasak44SKasak44 Posts: 67
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Wandering specter, no place to haunt
Gallops into the night under moonlight
Not long ago had skin, had blood, had a soul
Lost it with two cuts of a knife

All he has left is regret
A foolish decision
Left too many behind
They'll talk about you for years
And never once
When they speak of your life
Will a smile break across their face
Because you should be on the other end of the conversation
And you're not.
"I cant hear you, but i feel the things you say"

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