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written by: 1skyfall3
GHOST
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They are,
All of them are
Blind to the red,
Deaf to the sirens,
That call the preceding.
To let them pass
But, as always they never leave
Anyone to peacefully go by.
I stand there, watching,
To see the face,
That was preyed at night,
To rest after a long chase.
Who has left to the skies?
Who has preferred to fly?
But,
Anyway,
The ambulance is dead in tracks,
And the victim is dead to another land.
Seconds,
Then minutes,
Breaking into a house,
I run with them.
After all, curiosity is a devil,
Hidden within our skins.
They don't stop me.
No they don't.
Used to being ignored,
Nothing but old,
I run to the room,
To see the resting body,
And the sobbing of a woman,
Freezing the men to sympathizing figures.
She's dead,
She's dead.
They know that woman,
They know it.
Afraid to look at the face,
My eyes met scabs on wrists,
Fell on the Scars on legs,
To finally land
On the deadly wound,
Drawn along the neck.
Her eyes faced the ground,
Not ashamed, not confused!
And before I have a look,
She is turned around.
Not shocked
Neither surprised.
I met the eyes,
The nose,
The mouth,
The face.
That they mocked,
That they made fun of.
The same face,
I saw
When I had
To face the mirror,
Before,
Turning into a ghost.
