Falling Shadows.

Have you ever been followed by a ghost? Sometimes times the past is what haunts you the most. Holding on to pain, festering wounds, caught in your thoughts, an unwilling host. Cold shadows fingers grasping what darkness lingers, screams stuck inside my throat. Fuck this shit, I'll cross the river styx in a leaky boat. Rise again, a better man, with a skill to boast. Turn tragedies into poetic feats, on artistic winds freedoms wings find lift to coast.