GhostSlayer

Hand in hand we walked down the path, littered with colorful leaves. A gust of wind swirled the leaves around us. Encompassing us in our own little world. I looked up, the trees bent over us with shades of red, orange and yellow.

Who am I 

What do I believe is true 

Who am I 

When I see the truth 

What do I believe 

since you’re not dead yet but you should be

swear you’ll save the world

because you’ll be the first to know and the first

to ever do anything about it.