The Ghost Of You/by:Haunted Lunacy

Of all the haunted places

I have been through,

Nothing could prepare me

for the ghost of you .

Wandering lost in a

world divine,

Seeking the spell to make your

spirit mine.

Searching through pages

in libraries of arcane,

but no magic can bring

you back from your spiritual 

Plane.

So I look for your ghost,

And my eyes, they cry,

but I only find rooms now

empty inside.

So I sit and I wait

hoping you will soon

haunt me again.

My beautiful curse,

My specter, my friend.