1:19 a.m. - 2008-05-09
Ghost and me
There's a ghost in me. He tries to convinced me, but I've been stubborn. I don't listen much. He tries daily to brake me, to make me see, that this life is not worth living.

Ghost and I, we die daily, day and night. We share the same eye, we see right through lies. Blinding light, I'm leaving without a goodbye. The more he talks, the more I'm convinced that this life was never worth living.

Every night, I die, silently.