Twisting and turning
with phantom grace,
the apparition moves
through the waste of space.
Chanting and humming,
a voice carries through.
The walls are too thick,
it couldn't be you.
Listen for the knocks.
One, two, and three.
They grow from soft to loud,
They were meant for me.
I could feel the presence
sink into my bones.
I transport to solitude,
a place full of unknowns.
The walls are thin here
and shadows move on their own.
The room is empty,
but the silence does not mean alone.
Breathing could be heard
but was it mine? I'm not sure.
The chanting starts again,
the sound of the voice is mature.
With timid breaths I sing
to the spirits surrounding me.
The strength must come now
so I can just be.
The essence of the song
would rip my mind to bits
for the Phantom sings of misery
in these ghostly duets.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
Twisting and turning
with phantom grace,
the apparition moves
through the waste of space.
Chanting and humming,
a voice carries through.
The walls are too thick,
it couldn't be you.
Listen for the knocks.
One, two, and three.
They grow from soft to loud,
They were meant for me.
I could feel the presence
sink into my bones.
I transport to solitude,
a place full of unknowns.
The walls are thin here
and shadows move on their own.
The room is empty,
but the silence does not mean alone.
Breathing could be heard
but was it mine? I'm not sure.
The chanting starts again,
the sound of the voice is mature.
With timid breaths I sing
to the spirits surrounding me.
The strength must come now
so I can just be.
The essence of the song
would rip my mind to bits
for the Phantom sings of misery
in these ghostly duets.
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