Headline:
Ghosts
As I sit in the sun
I realize the melting as just begun
As I sit withering away
I wonder, was it mean this way?
The sun becomes a burning sensation
I feel the vibrations
It stops
my heart doesn’t drop
I can’t feel
I don’t feel real
Then I realize
I start to rise…
As I float and fly away
I wonder pass the bay.
As I look at my body decay
The world doesn’t look so grey.