Plasma / Phasma from Cerulean Echoes by Concrete Castles

Phasma phantom falling flailing
taller than entire building
screeching my name screaming
overknowing everything in
(^ this is repeated a bunch)

I saw a ghost on that sunday
I cant tell you how it happened
No words to describe it
up until it happened

Plasmatic arms reached me
I didn't move away
The ghost, fundamentally intriguing
it doesnt have a face

who are you?

-I am- (Instrumental cut of noise)

*Breathing*

when did you come here?

-I've been with you all my life

where are you from?

-A place where there is no passage of time. The sky is always grey.

Will you let me come with you

-Come in

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