The odd rambling of the ghost.

You always catch yourself before your fall.

sitting right behind the wall, you suffocate yourself

for a little bit of sanity, to try to battle off your constanst insanity.

 

Im light years ahead, flying in my spaceship, perfectly hidden within

my head, ive never hid from some dramatic kids. never ran away

and left that skid, that burns holes through everly little amoeba cell.

 

Your life is on sale, and you are simly to blind

you rush to grow, and standing tall with no rope.

one day, in a far away glaxy, you will fall

and break, and no one will take a second glance.

 

No better with words, then I am a gun.

living my life like the un-born son.

Never giving up on life, standing tall

holding wrentchs. I crawl just to walk steady.

and when Im ready maybe walk on my two legs.

 

Forget the sound, i will go in silence.

fighting off the violene, restiing in every single soul.

oh your mad? Well im glad, another post harcore Hispter, to

sit around and be mad.

what did you expect? running around like some reject.

 

 

Reviews

[KAREN]

Enjoyable read! Love how you started the poem!