Nisai Snaeh Tevada Bey Jeat

In the dead of night, a presence lingers
A ghostly figure in the shadows, unseen
Yet felt in the icy touch of the air
Whispers of the past, haunting my dreams

The ghost in my room, a silent specter
A phantom of memories long forgotten
A remnant of sorrow, a whisper of regret
Drifting through the darkness, a ghostly wraith

I feel its presence, a weight on my soul
A chill in my bones, a shiver down my spine
It watches me with eyes that see beyond
Into the depths of my heart, where secrets reside

I try to ignore it, to push it away
But the ghost in my room is a part of me
A reminder of the past, a shadow of the future
A specter that will never truly leave

So I lay in bed, listening to its whispers
Feeling its touch, its cold embrace
The ghost in my room, a companion in the night
A haunting presence that I cannot escape.