The ghost that haunts my soul,
Used to be so human and alive,
There used to be a time it had warmth,
In the hole where it's heart used to thrive,
The ghost used to be full of happiness,
Without any real reason to ever be,
It kept his head held up high no matter what,
The ghost used to be the best parts of me,
It died some time back then, I don't know when,
I don't even remember the way it once was,
It used to be what taught me the joy of love,
But now haunting me is all that it does,
The ghost that used to be, used to be me,
I'm haunted by myself is what I am saying,
My ghost watches and follows around,
What's left of myself as its decaying.
©justin_ur
J