a ghost, scaring me more than my death
a ghost, as pale and cold as snow
for that ghost is a memory
that will forever haunt my aching soul
oh how foul does it smell
how much time will it take
to forget my own death
ohh how awful will it get
for my memories will soon fade
but a few ones will stay
those ones that i want to bury
like a corpse being burned to ash
a ghost, as pale as the nerves under my skin
the muscles that tightens
with every grit of my teeth
for a memory appeared, that is worth forgetting
(replaced)
