I feel the ghosts creeping.
They are always watching around me.
I don’t know if its from my front or my behind,
but I know they know,
they watch around these corners,
I can’t even say they’re mine.
not when they are lurking,
From my front or my behind.
I don’t see any faces,
Their presence is enough.
Did I walk in on something?
Or are they looking for lunch?
I need space from these ghosts,
Or should I say one?
It’s all tom foolery, I need my bed and some love..

Every time I look into the mirror, I see a different me
Each time I reach into the closet
Am I a he or she?
As I open the door, I melt into the floor
I can't stand this anticipation..


I don't feel like dancing but I'll make you look a fool
I'm not into guessing but you look so cruel
Show me your perception and I'll show you my intention
Don't be second guessing because
I know what you think
I don't try to be incomprehensive
But my love,
you seem so demented
Will you let me untie your seams?

Through my closed eyes I am just a fly
In a fishbowl, escaping into the night
The traveling world circles through crystal clean lies
The end is filled with detrimental violence.
Not one soul speaks a word in the end.

I wish I were to be a book,
Left to be unopened.
Nobody reads books anymore.
May the dust blanket me
I'll try to not let it hinder me.
For I know what wonderful words lie underneath.
Because nobody reads books anymore,
It's just me.

I've been wondering, maybe
You've changed me in a beautiful way.
I wanted to say that after all this time has passed, you still make me sway.
Even at the thought of your beautiful face when I'm just goin at my own pace.
My heart jumps and flutters when I'm in your embrace,
Thank you for being my grace.

Little by little, I am a puzzle being put together over the span of 15, almost 16 years and going.
   I am waiting for each piece.
I've tried forcing Time to find them for me, it ended up in complete desolation.
   I can feel my soul being unstitched.
I can feel my past lives wanting free.
   But being literal, my flesh and Movements are being Analyzed by the great Above.
   The almighty Powerful.
To which I say ******* to.
   Mind over Matter, is what I go by anyways.
Any Authoritative Figure can **** it.

Walk down this hall with me, I'll show you the restroom.
   Walk through the kitchen, you might see the spirits past 10.
Walk up these stairs, I'll show you my mind and everything else that comes with it.
   Be careful of the door to the left, if you are let in you are clearly not one of my mind.

   I know nothing lasts forever.
At this rate, Temporary is keeping me alive.
   The only thing I'll come close to accepting is a Long time.

On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
                     I went to Astor Place
and had a gypsy read my palm
                     or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
                     and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
                     they hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
least I have a hand to hold.