The Ghost Within
There's a ghost within that whispers low,
A silent shadow only I know.
It lingers softly, like a fading hymn,
I hear its voice beneath the dim.
It speaks of paths I dared not take,
Of dreams undone and hearts that break.
There's a ghost within, it haunts my sleep,
In quiet hours, its echoes creep.
Through shattered skies and endless rain,
I hear its voice in every pain.
It calls my name, so faint, so near,
A fragile song I still hold dear.
There's a ghost within, it wears my face,
A mirrored soul in a timeless space.
Its eyes are mine, yet filled with sorrow,
I hear its voice in each tomorrow.
It carries truths I cannot hide,
A witness to the tears I've cried.
There's a ghost within, it walks with me,
Through empty streets and a restless sea.
Its steps align with every choice,
I hear its voice in every noise.
A steady pull, a silent guide,
An unseen friend who won't subside.
There's a ghost within, it holds my past,
Each fleeting moment, shadows cast.
Through every joy and every sin,
I hear its voice, it pulls me in.
A haunting love, both deep and true,
Forever bound, as I am too.
There's a ghost within, it whispers still,
A quiet echo, against my will.
Through all I've lost and all I've been,
I hear its voice, the ghost within.
Its presence lingers, sharp and kind,
A part of me, forever intertwined.
There's a ghost within, it calls my name,
A flickering light that's never the same.
In every corner, in every space,
I hear its voice, it leaves no trace.
A song unsung, a path untold,
A memory I can't let go.
There's a ghost within, it wraps me tight,
A silent storm in the dead of night.
It whispers secrets, lost and deep,
I hear its voice, it never sleeps.
A restless wind that will not cease,
A haunting song that brings no peace.
There's a ghost within, it hides my fears,
A shadow lingering through the years.
It speaks in riddles, soft and sly,
I hear its voice as time slips by.
It fills the void, it fills the air,
A presence constant, everywhere.
There's a ghost within, it speaks of loss,
Of roads not taken, of paths across.
Its breath is cold, its touch is warm,
I hear its voice through every storm.
A silent tear, a quiet scream,
A wish that fades into a dream.