This Ghost

This ghost knows my name
And he whispers it in my hallways
The pictures coming off the wall
I’m sliding sideways

Faces on the hospital ceiling
Spinning round and round
I count the rings around my wrists
I count the days, I can’t be found

My eyes are ablaze, does he see?
The endless circles in my mind
Maybe I’m the ghost inside my halls
Maybe I’m lost, not so easy to find

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