Past Ghosts
all the secrets i have kept
all the times i have wept
are now coming to haunt me
this may sound wacky
but the ghosts of my past
will follow me till my last
day on earth
they haunt us from birth
to death
last breath
they stare
always there
you can’t see
but you’d agree
if you saw
what i saw
there eyes are black
when they turn their back
you still feel them
and they condem
your future if
you decide to jump the cliff
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