Ghost

Blood on the door
Blood on the stairs
Blood on the floor
Blood in my hair

Turn around and white light guides me
Twist and fall and kneel beside me

Nothing is sure
Vision's impaired
I'm sick to the core
And walking on air
Nothing is real
No one to hold
Nothing to feel
Except for the cold.



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Rosenberg, John Patrick Maus
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