The death of a true friend
At such a young tender age
Causes a soul to twist and bend
Left my mind rotting in a cage
Depression has always been my sin
I bleed emotion when I dream
I am lost in the burn of my skin
The ghost was found in a scream
It fought to take charge and control
I awoke in my bed and could not move
It wanted the body without my soul
But in this fight I would soon prove
I am whole even when lost in a hole
Now and again I see them in a glance
Stolen from life or the great beyond
In the muddy waters I make my stance
For in the 11TH hour we seal our unholy bond
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