Ghost Read Count : 72

Category : Poems

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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


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