Ghost Testo

Born of two;
Raised by four.
I guess I took it all for granted,
and only three remain.
Even though you're wounded,
I know that you're still here.
I don't blame you,
you just can't face the change.
We spend out golden years as living ghosts.
Caught in a constant state of purgatory. We are only burdened by our memories until the day they cease to exist,
and we follow shortly after.
Although I wonder if at any time,
our minds fell upon the same plane.
I know they did,
I just wish I had a chance to go back and appreciate it.
But we'll always have the winter,
and the snow that got trapped behind the glass.
you may be only a shell of the man that you used to be,
but I love you just the same,
and I will until the day you're gone.
I just never know if I'm communicating with you or the disease.
And even though I curse the idea of an afterlife,
I still hope you're taken care of.
you deserve to be at peace.
Please don't forget my face.
I won't forget to remember you.