Ghost Lover

Across miles of dessert storms, across the waterfalls, your spirit touches mine
The way we held each other in the moonlight
The way we danced across the ballroom floor
Diamonds, and pearls, gowns, and furs
Rich and poor, we loved to show off and be adorned
The clock strikes the same time each night
The windows fly open as the blue velvet drapes drag the floors
The piano plays, the shadow upon the wall with hands upon the keys
The winding staircase, footsteps upon the balcony
Whispers from the oil pantings, the scent of your cologne
The library bookshelf, the books open pages with red blood ink
Two champaigne glasses broken glass
A bloody knife, a platinum blonde wig hanging from a sharp hook
The mirror of her face with hollow black empty eyes cut out
The letter of confess you wrote me, the cheat and the lies, the other women, the adultry
I can still feel your heart beating against me, while you passionately kiss me I stab you to death
Your love still wants me, your ghost haunts me
Torn apart, my mind cries for your spirit to never leave me alone, for we were one of a kind
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