The Spirit Writer
The spirit writer uses his keyboard,
he ruins my life from above.
Right now he is killing me from the inside,
my only hope is the dove.
The dove was my pet,
i let it fly free.
And in return,
it watched over me.
Now the dove's my only hope,
i hope that it comes soon.
If it does then i'll be saved,
if not i'll die under the next full moon.
I hope it comes,
i dont want to die.
If i do,
the world will cry.
A few days, after i died,
my famliy grieved the most.
I'll fill you in on one thing though...,
its not so bad to be a ghost.
The dove, it's still out there,
i hope that it's well.
And because it didn't save me,
i want it to burn in hell.
