The Ghost Of Me
The ghost of me lingers on
like a sad slow melodic song.
Thriving from all the pain, and agony
Only to feel me, never seeing me again.
Hurt me and lead me further away.
Still I carry all the aches, and horrors from ills I've caused.
Haunted, and taunted, I am there and here.
Oh, do not be forsaken- for part of my heart will always be autumn because of you,