Ghosts Write Letters

I'll hold onto you 

Till I'll fade away 

Fade through it all

In thin air 

Filled with bones now crushed into ashes 

And carcasses rotting six feet buried under 

I'll have the old pieces of my love heart somewhere engraved 

Else being transformed into a fossil 

Will you have me?

To have and to hold... 

Until death do us part... 

Will you? 

Because somehow I want you to 

Until one of our ghosts has a greater purpose

And just writes letters from far beyond 

I hope between us always lies a grey area 

Something that will never fade away rather let its dust just settle down