I can be sitting in a room, and when all is quiet
In my head, I'll think of starting a riot
When nothing is around me, someone surely will
But they're not alive, they've been hit by the kill
Not a dead zombie, but more like a spirit
And when they speak, only I can hear it
The room could be pitch black, and I would see a light
It doesn't usually happen in the day, only at night
A full-body apparition, usually gray or an off-white
I'd tell people to look, but there's no one in sight
Only the dark and me, and maybe someone else
And then, I get the feeling that I'm not by myself
Whether it's a creak in the floor or the movement of something
I know what the reason is, because of a haunting
Pale, dead bodies, either buried or burned
"There are such things as ghosts", a lesson I've learned
The depths of Hell, I can feel on-coming the most
And then I get the presence of a ghost
