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Hotel Ghost
It's an average Monday
On a day bright and clear
In an crowded hotel lobby
Unaware of the unseen tear.
I analyze everyone there
I take in all their smells
But none are like me
A trapped soul in an empty shell.
Surrounded and so lonely
How the hell can this be?
Doesn't anyone notice?
Why can't they see me?
My friends beside me
Go on with their talking
I lose track of time
Just aimlessly walking.
It's an average Monday
On a night dark and clear
In the ruins of an old hotel
But... I'm still here.
On a day bright and clear
In an crowded hotel lobby
Unaware of the unseen tear.
I analyze everyone there
I take in all their smells
But none are like me
A trapped soul in an empty shell.
Surrounded and so lonely
How the hell can this be?
Doesn't anyone notice?
Why can't they see me?
My friends beside me
Go on with their talking
I lose track of time
Just aimlessly walking.
It's an average Monday
On a night dark and clear
In the ruins of an old hotel
But... I'm still here.
Published 8th Jun 2013
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