I saw a ghost.
I thought it's my dear Greggy but...
Oh dear Hell...
No. Pale, bony.
So similar yet so strange.
It smiled with these grown-up's lips.
Suddenly all of the songs were about you.
Who am I trying to lie to? Everything was about you - movies, songs, classical music pieces, poems, quotes, music videos.
Greggy, stop smiling. Stop crying. Stop pouting. Greggy come back, take my hand. Sniff the smell of flowers, while I'm gonna smell your neck.
Why are these smelling like you?
Why are these so familiar?
Who are... who am... who were you, I and we?
Terrified.
