WHAT DOORS OPEN WITH DEATH, WHAT DOORS CLOSE WITH DEATH, QUESTIONS.......?
GHOST Something weird was going on, Ever since lunch, dazed and confused, She just seemed to wander around, No one would talk or pay attention, All some kind of waking nightmare. Her last clear thought was being hit, Then a sensation of flying off overpass, Afterwards whitely blank, wandering she, One thing was clear, no matter how hard, How long, she walked back to overpass. Among the columns reaching high, Was a burned patch, bits of wreckage, Then she recognized her jacket, Bloody, torn,... Sign in to see full entry.