Ghosts

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger

Out comes the gun

Let your mind pull the trigger

The echoing of this hallway become the ringing in my ears

Find myself alone

What else will i hear

Turn around and walk in different directions

Its like you never even knew my name

But the scent still lingers

The taste is still on my fingers

The footprints of the dead will come for you

And fill you with a sense of dread

Meet me in the middle

Ill leave you with a last gift

With me ill never leave your side