Marketa Richnavska

(28th May / Košice)

Haunted


There walks a girl with a death
Always staying behind her back
She wonders if its just a spirit
Which only she can see
And no-one can feel it?

How will this end?
How will it be?

Is it just a ghost
Somehow lost?
Or the one which was sold
To be helot in this world
Maybe she just lost her mind
And now, while ripping her hair
In her head she can hear a sound
Which, in this world has no pair

Leaves are flying with the wind
As the Autumn is recurring
And the rain is pouring away
All those thoughts I shouldnt say

Dont worry.
Shes gonna be okay...

Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014
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...you ever get the feeling something or someone is watching you constantly? I do...

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