The Ghost Of Me

Stars and midnight falls; And upon the earth, they hit harder; A curve on my lips but not enough for my eyes, for they hold the storm of tears that I never shed;

Stars and midnight falls,
And upon the earth, they hit harder 
A curve on my lips but not enough for my eyes, for they hold the storm of tears that I never shed

I spend my nights staring at the stars, and the moon looked down upon me in sympathy
How long have I started?
how much longer shall I stare?
Perhaps till the rain comes and washes this agony away, that I might breathe again?

Again, I walk a narrow path unlit, the slippery slope.
stumbling and plummeting, I staggered to find my balance
Looking up, the Lighthouse stands tall,  beaming through the smoke.
I close my eyes and the ghouls kissed me, the darkness consumed me, and all that was left of my soul is this ghost of mine. 

N.I.MANUEL🍁