These ruins were once mine, My crumbling lanes and rusted towers My air choked with grumbles and groans I took the milk of quiet anxiety and the food of gloom that was my haunt. And now I am back,a ghost Cut away from my manor Only to find my way back Back to a haunt that is no longer mine The rust still clings, and the Empty hearts and faces still glide Over cracks and discarded dreams But as I find my way I know, Oh how I know I am now Less than a ghost in a haunt that Was my own
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