your veins are no longer the copper wire
that matches your hair
they are something else
filling your hourglass heart with ****** sand
you were barely electricity before
some say they can hear the wind blow
straight through your body
you are not here now
it's just a place where you used to stand
but i would call you the opposite of a ghost
it's more solid and less present
it's a corpse that keeps on living
i have to hide from you when
you are standing right there
and i'm sorry that this will never be
your ideal world