Ghost

I see you staring down at me

They'd found you hanging from a tree

Your wrist stained red

They'd found you dead

You're still here hunting this place

Your body in its unwanted grave

I hear  your screams from time to time

When the wind blows through the rusted chimes

No one heard your cries from help

But maybe they did and said go to Hell

I see you walking down the halls

You smile at me and go through the walls

You're no longer in earthly pain

But in heaven you have more to gain

so here I am setting you free

You can be what you want to be

A Gurdian Angel here to stay

Or a death Angel to take me away

They'd found me hanging from a tree 

My body grown cold from the breeze

My wrist stained red

They'd found me dead

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Wow, deep and kind of sad, nicely written and expressed

[Rose Marie]

thanks!!!!!

[Gideon X. A. Elson]

Perfection, dark ghastly images abound, I love it!!

[Rose Marie]

welcome to my mind haha