The Ghost That Walks
By Kaoss
Soulless ghost in a shell
Trapped wandering
Motions in a private hell
Lost unreachable.
Remember the ghost well
As that's all that left.
No redemption to tell
No recovery, No salvation.
The ghost that walks
Ever onward no release
No complaining, empty talk.
Such is undeath.
Weep not for it is the way
Lost soul get no pass
It is the price we pay.
For crimes committed.
Rainbow's end, no pot of gold.
Empty, pain ridden
Shambling mass, far past old
Never to feel again.
Self hatred drives the shell
Loathing, anger, rage.
As if from a deep dark well.
Internal fire burns cold.
Forget not what was
Now is unattainable
Lost, race is run.
No flowers, no release, no tears.
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