Ghost Rider

How did she become the ghost rider? But how did the ghost rider disappear?

I am a ghost rider.

 

A car without a driver,

A life without living,

A person without a soul.

 

Now I am just a heart,

A heart without a beat.

 

A heart with just an ache,

A heart with just hate,

And that hate,

That hate just wants to sleep.

 

But that heart,

That heart was never meant to break,

It was never meant to hate,

That heart was built for you.

The corrosion, 

The destruction, 

The demolition, 

Left the scaffolds holding it together, 

Scattered on the pavement, 

The once pure heart, 

Scattered on the pavement. 

 

That heart,

Was all the ghost rider had,

That’s all they are now,

A ghost rider,

With no soul,

No heart,

And no hope.

 

The ghost rider,

Is lost,

Is almost gone.

 

For good.