I am not the ghost

It isn't true
I am not the ghost
without a soul.
come, listen to my heart
you feel the beat
stop, listen to the sound
of moving feet
walk through the halls at night

Those are my favorite Oingo Boingo lyrics--they're so sad and sweet and a little creepy. I should have written my own poem! What is wrong with me!

This is based on a quick digital sketch I did last year for my image making class.