The Singing Corpse

 

So there was a ghost

 I’m unaware

The hell I care

To a stupid dare.

 

I went to the CR

To brush my hair

I looked at the mirror

I saw my nightmare.

 

I laughed at my own face

With an ugly brace.

I sung and it echoed

But with different voice case.

 

Oh! We made a nice melody.

Her voice so cold

As a December air

I can sense she’s somewhere.

 

She asked my name

As she flushed the toilet.

I waited for her

But she turned over.

 

She left me

Then I remember

No one entered the CR

No one came over.

 

I went out

I saw girl-stranger

Walking against a wall

Not in a door to enter.