haunting the streets

haunting and floating through the streets at night, sleeping on park benches in the pouring rain.Nobody notices me.

I'm haunting places men tell

me I don't belong 

I find places in where you give me nothing 

I guess this is the aftermath

Wandering streets

Sleeping in ovals wondering if someone knows where I am

I haunt the places I'm terrified to enter in the daylight

....

I've been here along

This time this spirit has wandered the streets

Only returning home in the dead of the night