Oh, Ghost of Mine
by The Nerve Agents· from The Butterfly Collection
I hear you dancing upstairs. Moves, as swift as astaire. I would like to embrace you but, I'm not in your afterlife. Oh, ghost of mine! You haunt these walls. Forever calling... moaning. Is there something unsettled? Were, wounds left wide open to rot? When you died so many years ago, miserable. When you died so many years ago. Were, your wounds left wide open? I'm sorry I have no schooling to sew them shut for you. I'm sorry... oh, ghost of mine.