They say ghosts are not real but what I've seen begs to differ they've come from beyond death tormented by their past lives shadows remnants of time they collapse all around him coming fro their vengeance they've come to claim another knuckle deep inside his eye sockets knees scrape his throat like the screams of a miscarriage he becomes him he ages 200 years blood runs cold bursts out his empty eyes go! Life taken by violence a bullet to the skull as the smoke had settled his body hit the floor forcing his mind to live his life to die his death to host his soul open your eyes say something
