The  ghost town yellow evening, I did wake up
in a dream, was strangely familiar, painted by him,
Vincent Van Gogh, in flames of creative fire, who else?
kept  it a secret, until I've stumbled in to, as if it's a well.

I fell in love with a girl in a yellow sunflower gown
on it were sea waves swirling in his signature style
in the blue sky, below her waist was  challenger deep,
I held her by the waist, like smoke in a flux, she swirled,
it wasn't in here and now, in the past or in future.

I wasn't present anywhere, just a thought sowed,
got embedded in her brain. This mystery of us,
Van Gogh's echo and the creative universe we did exist
wouldn't figure anywhere except when we meet.

Don't talk to me
I won't talk back
Don't look at me
I won't look back
For I'm not here in the now
The reaper I had to allow
And out of the flesh I had to bow

So if you catch a glimpse of me
It's only my fleeting memory
My image in the mirror
Is only me trying to get nearer
To say one last time I love you
I so hope that you knew
And now you can see right through
But my ghost will haunt no more
I hope you find love, someone you can adore
Because I've danced through deaths door
For I have heeded the voices calling
And now I'm forever falling
I've thrown myself into the fire
My birth certificate has expired

Cold sweats, clammy hands
******* the life out of me
Phasmophobia

If she would only let me
climb the vines of her braids
lie in the shade by the creek
sip water from her slippers
slip the gown from her shoulders
taste the raisins of her *******
die in her arms 1000 times
the widow beneath a willow.

My dad wanders in and out of my dreams.
The conversations are better than I ever remember.
He says stuff to me now.

Apparently being dead does bring wisdom.
We were watching a flood, him and me.
Up home.
Must have been astral travel cause I don't know
how I could have got there.

Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm through the yard and the street and the middle of the house.
And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away.
He just grinned.
And said "let it go, it's just stuff."

And I ducked my head and wiped away the tears and wondered again
how he got so smart.

She looked me in the eyes and said
When the ****,
Will I be dead
And I replied:
"Not any time soon",
"You better be right"

That morning though
When she got out of bed
She slipped and fell
Down, on the floor
And broke her neck
She couldn't feel anymore

After a while
The cats feasting on her toes,
She didn't mind the mess
Cause her cats she loved the most,
But she couldn't help but wonder when
They would be up
To her neck

And I was right
And I was right
It took a while
Before she died

It took exactly
A day or two
The cops said it could even have been three
But to her it lasted
An eternity
And she got bored
So ******* bored
She hadn't ever been
At the same place
For so long

And although I know
She loved me dear
There in those hours before she died
She couldn't forgive me that I lied
And as Kitty started on her nose
She thought, quite in concern
If I had known,
This was the day
I would've dressed in something sweet

There's been a lot of talk amongst the others;
They say you think you're still alive,
And none of them have the heart
To tell you otherwise.

They say you still gasp for air while you're crying,
And that you still believe in pain
And suffering, and they can't help but run to you
When you call another's name.

Which distresses them deeply, and yet
Whilst they no longer understand what you feel,
They see their former selves within your ghost,
And wish your happiness were real.