My horse is a ghost, a thin veil with black bonesHe stands tall and proud like a king of all thrones.
My horse is so fierce, he spreads pain with one blink
The more he forgets me, the more I use ink.
Oh he's so sharp and so clever, he played chess with two Gods
crowned me queen of Death and heaven against all the rules and odds.
He brought me flowers so unique, he had to make them to exist
I wanted to run, I wanted to leave but only draw circles inside his mist.
'cause he is a sadist, a master, a hunter, who likes to only trap his prey
and then controls the pain and laughter until I bow, until I obey.
His mind is deceitful, he's such a good liar
His eyes are true, his tongue is fire.
He claimed he would grand my every desire
but stepped on my wings so that he could fly higher.
Sadistic liar.
He has such power, his words hold tighter than a rope.
In his embrace I cannot care if I loose time or blood or hope.
Oh my horse deserves his crown, he holds the whip and the key to my cage
He freed my legs so I carry my prison and says it's my fault to have all this rage.
My horse stole my story and now lives it with another
He betrayed her love for me but they still have each other
My horse choked me to my death but how could he not foreseen?
that every night I would arise for he had made me the Death queen.
As he saw I was immortal he showed mercy to my plea
and kept his promise of two years that he would die only for me.
To others he's flesh and for me is a ghost
He chose death over the one that he'll miss the most.
My ghost is a horse, a thin veil with black bones
He died but he haunts my world which he owns.
