Mile High Ghost Town.
Spooks on every corner
Chains rattling behind me
Haunting my every move
Grasping my ankles with rotting hands
Pulling me into the grave
Boo!
They say…
Remember me?
Should I?
I don’t.
Spirits dash in front of my car,
Trying to crash me into staying here,
But I going,
Away from this Mile High Ghost Town,
Letting the dead lie,
Lie to themselves that they are still alive.
