A ghost among the living, I tread on the edge,
In a world full of color, I'm a shadow on the ledge.
The stinging frost of neglect, it consumes my heart,
In a painted portrait, I'm the unfinished part.
A ghost among the living, I tread on the edge,
In a world full of color, I'm a shadow on the ledge.
The stinging frost of neglect, it consumes my heart,
In a painted portrait, I'm the unfinished part.
So far, my experiences and feelings here, on Nostr, haven't been too different from those expressed above.