People always tell me
that I'm always so alive...

*But are ghosts really alive?

Ghost

The town is empty

I

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Dry winds

Dusty

I

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Ghost

Empty place

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I shall be reborn

Be reborn with me
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Centuries and centuries

These unfold

We are here

Darkness brings thoughts of you
Over my concrete walls like fog
Cloud this mind
Move oh so slowly

Filling each valley with an unclear desire
Not a moment left untamed
Gently roaming and expanding
A thousand midnights yet, not one the same

So afraid of morning
Clean and new
But left behind, a beautiful sight
This subtle glimpse of you

Which lay upon each blade
To soak back through
To the core of my mind
So still and so confused

They’re back again.
The visions in my head,
The ones of blood.
Of my blood.
Puddles.
On the floor of my room.
Porcelain eyes are watching.
Staring at the mess I've made.
Scarlet threads on my wrists and neck are unraveling,
The color draining from my body.
Painful from your eyes,
Peaceful from mine.
Stress and worry are gone.
Never to be seen from my eyes again,
For my eyes can no longer see.