Hit by a train and I’m still breathing: do ghosts draw breath?
Maybe that’s why I’m still standing, it went right through me.
I am a ghost.
Can ghosts come back?
I’ll get my colour back, rebuild my heart and force it to beat; sing it back to life.
If there is still fire under the rubble I will find it, my ghost’s breath will help it live.
I know now it wasn’t only murder that unmade me, it was suicide too.
There’s a note, it wasn't only written by you.
But I will get my colour back and my heart too.
And when I do it will beat for one not two.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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