Old Town

I walk the streets of my old town, And death was walking all around, The spirits of the dead disowned, The lucky ones that hadn’t drowned, But I still lived amongst them, Grey spectres in my room at night, Whispering voice just out of sight, Angry spirits tortured might, Muttering almost heard, too right, Begone from here amongst them, I walked away unto the night, I walked for miles it felt alright, Better gone than driven mad tonight, No return for me amongst them..