Ghostly Common Poem by Toxic Nash

Thoughts of you make me cry, the sins that you do, committing suicide, down on your knees as you feel its strain, you search for the light and beg to stop the pain, you feel the sorrow...the need to borrow, you want to heal...to heal and conceal, you ask for a sign...a light, a glow, you ask for something so that you could know, you curl in a ball and slam against the wall, you see the light but its so far, your hands in the air like reaching for a star, but then you feel it, the light surrounds your soul, your taken in by the gods and now you feel whole.