• Walking through the dark, cold street
    the same routine beneath my feet
    empty, hollow, filled with hate
    dreading thoughts of predetermined fate

    what could there be in store for me?
    the only ghost there is to see
    among a crowd of life and joy
    where worry and fear do not implore

    only on a single soul
    that walks the same path to the morgue
    the only place she feels at peace
    her soul she feels she can release

    3 o'clock the bells will chime
    no concept more mundane than time
    the lone ghost of the vivacious town
    will leave her solace and her crown

    upon her throne of marbled stone
    engraved her name and dates unknown
    until the day she leaves the place
    to transcend alone with calm and grace

    and none will notice the absence then
    of a girl whose dreams could have been