Ghost Plague1 min read

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Passed the cemetery last night
Thought I read my name
Looked again at the stone
It didn’t read the same

Ghosts been plaguin’ my dreams
Long as I can remember
They’re tryin’ to talk to me
But I can’t understand what they say

Saw my great aunt Alma
Wearin’ a white death’s shroud
So many ghosts in my bedroom
I couldn’t get through the crowd

Saw someone I used to know
Just couldn’t place their face
Decomposition can do that
I wonder, was he from the human race?

Get tired of the ghostly whispers
Fillin’ up my ear
They don’t have nothin’ to say
That I want to hear

No prophecies of future love
No hints of ‘pending doom
All I want is the ghosts
Out of my bedroom

Ghosts been plaguin’ my dreams
Long as I can remember
They’re tryin’ to talk to me
But I can’t understand what they say

All I know is, they’re scaring
All my dates away.

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