He walks up to me,
Have no clue of his face.
When he says my name,
Brings back days.
Is he the one? Is he the man?
Is he the guy of the living trend?
He shakes my hand,
I have no feel, no touch.
He is the man of the ghostly bunch.
Take me, take me,
Show me how you live.
Show me Max, I'm ready to give in.
Spirtitual ghouls, eternity goblet lye on the shore.
I saw this sight before,
I'm about to colapse, help me Max,
To much came to me of your past.
It was a dream, its all away,
The door knocked and said ok.
The same prescence I once felt ,
Is soon seen again of young Maxwell.
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