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Watching the hands of a clock spin slowly
Like a metronome's beat to my ears
Seeing the ghost, one far from holy
Through the wall as he disappears
Yet as I think back, that ghost held a feature
Of such a creature should not know
A shadow below him, tell me teacher
Was this spirit a ghost or my soul?
And contemplating my case, to bring this to court
Or just solve it all on my own
But where was my evidence, it held no support
He was no longer there, I'm alone
So, searching the house, abandoned, bare
For any sign of life I could find
At the pictures upon the wall, I stare
Images appear in my mind
The people held within these glass frames
I've seen all of their faces before
And yet, there hangs a feeling of shame
As each separately crashes to the floor
Eyes that stared back at me, just moments ago
Lay face down seeing light wood
My time of weakness, that I had just showed
Had done me nothing but good
But back to my search, the ghost I had seen
A familiar air held in my thoughts
Was this sighting significant, what did it mean?
Was this a demon of once I had fought?
And there he sat, on the right side of a bed
In a room filled with... my things
Where in God's name was I in my head?
And why did I feel like I had wings?
Turning to find, that feeling was real
Two wings opened at my sides
But who was the ghost, could he feel?
And as I saw his face my eyes opened wide
I was a ghost, but an angel as well
When had my life come to end?
I was glad to know I'd found heaven over hell
But how easily did reality bend?
So here I sat, staring at my pale expression
Eyes meeting eyes in a gaze
This sighting threw me deeply to depression
But still, in awe I was amazed
So, now I knew, I was truly dead
But on earth I was living as two
And in my time as I sat on that bed
I thought of all I never got to do
Now I could be in two places at a time
Maybe death had it's upside after all
And I found I was happier after my funeral bells chimed
In death was my masquerade ball
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