Ghostride
by Bourbon for roses· from The final chapter
Walking those pads of broken dreams.
Empty ruins, are you smiling, are you smiling at me?
What is it that we all have hoped for?
To be alive today and being dead tomorrow.
One-way Ghostride.
One-way Ghostride home for me.
Don't mind me,
I'm already dressed op for my own funeral.
Confused.
Away.
Forgotten.
So don't mind me, I'm only trespassing.
I'll take the next ghostride home