When your life ended,

My heart shattered,

I couldn’t accept it

Until my own blood was splattered.

While chasing your ghost,

I became one myself,

Going coast to coast,

Searching for a reason why.

Why, oh why

Did you have to die?

While chasing your ghost,

I became one myself,

Hunting down answers

To find the one who took you from me.

But in the end,

I dug too deep.

I spoke to the wrong people,

My search became my downfall,

For they stabbed me over and over,

Until my blood covered the wall.

They painted the walls a potent red,

After that,

They shot me through the head,

I was most certainly dead.

While chasing your ghost,

I became one myself.