A Ghost Story

"I want to die in your bed With bittersweet memories, And a drunken head. Never want to be alone, Not for a single moment. I am scared, scared of the ghost - That lonely soul in the white garment. Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine, BOO! Now, why are you going away, Leaving me, creating this wound? Don't you know I can't run after you, I'm an ancient tree - A lonely sentinel, deeply soil-bound! Okay then, let's accept it as my fate Watching alone this never-ending night, Dying alone, no resurrection - This realisation and the sudden fright."