Every second step is stumbled that can get you closer to the line.Your mystery keeps on whenever you’re being followed.But it’s hard to know.
You never believed that I was set to see what I have got as in the back of my head.And you never believed I can read your books so well.
You are a ghost, in this life,a collection of unwell suave.
You were a ghost in the past life.
You really believe that if you’ll stop your breathe,
the world will stop spinning around.I'm dizzy, I see colours when there are none.
You are a ghost, in this life,cuddling up in an un-made bed.
You were a ghost in the past life.
See how that circus reigns supreme.The joker is down with gasoline.Can there be a rainbow hurt ever? I need to know if the world is round...
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
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