Ghost
I believe in ghosts
Once alive but now dead and empty on the inside
Meth has become their host
To The Shard I propose a toast
The cursed and inflicted mon the most
Partially here but mostly gone life's meaning and purpose of abandoned post
So if this to is what you believe in
Go ahead and do the most living as ghosts
Just be prepared for your spirits and souls to roast
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