• The whisper in the wind.
    The cold air on your skin.
    You may think we're fake,
    But just listen to this.
    It's the ghost Lullaby.
    We can't be seen by the naked eye.
    So you believe we are hokes.
    Just lies.
    Yet we see you with our dead glare.
    We haunt your dreams to make you scared.
    Ghost stories aren't real?
    I beg a differ.
    Because right now,
    You're in one.
    So don't ever think we're not there.
    We are all around.
    Waiting.
    For the newcomer.