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The Phantom

The Phantom rises up to meet with me,
I cannot see his face or hear him speak,
He owns my soul, no longer am I free,
He rules my nights and days, which are so bleak.
There was a time when I could feel the sun,
It shone upon my every waking day,
Now I'm a wanted man out on the run,
A time of quiet peace is what I pray.
But that is not a thing that I'm allowed,
I made my choice and this is how I'm paid,
The things I did, at one time made me proud,
Each time I killed a 'hooker' with a blade.
But now the Phantom lives within my heart,
And we will never, ever be apart.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul