i was called a ghost this morning and it makes me wonder if i should be dead,
i felt death engulf me, embrace me, churn me in its mouth and then spit me out, and it makes me wonder if i should be dead.
i've felt the monster spinning wildly with no care, on that wet night, the crunch bang, being in vertigo, being enslaved to something that has no control, should i be that ghost, my lesson learnt, but still not a scratch, i still speak today, i walk this very floor.
i did my dance and survived, that will be it. now its time to emancipate, though it will be hard, i will make, i will not martyr myself, seek pity, ask for any exemption, i knew the consequences, i was just blind to the fact that could happen to me. thank fuck i've learnt by myself.

you're born, you die, and in the middle you make alot of mistakes