Ghost

Everyday, I feel like more of a ghost

And visions of home

A visitor's throne

I visit alone

It's a warning sign as red as a rose

A poet of prose

The highest of lows

And nobody knows

It's a milk carton message

I've gone missing

I'm in wreckage

I have learned myself a lesson

I'm a child of depression

I sicken at the sight

We are creatures of the night

We will flee or we will fight

We are running from the light

Beam me up, I'm ready to go

Just me and my bones

I'll watch from below

With nothing to show

I've been out looking for a home

The streets I will roam

The seeds of unknown

I've turned into stone

It's a milk carton message

I've gone missing

I'm in wreckage

I have learned myself a lesson

I'm a child of depression

I sicken at the sight

We are creatures of the night

We will flee or we will fight

We are running from the light