I see it for some time and then it fades away On a bad day it might stay with me a little longer
Hunger is the thing or so they say to get you moving I heed no adage having heard them all before not one of them changed a thing for me the ghost is always at the door but then it fades or is it me that disappears?
At other turns of time there's a rhyme for most occasions and on occasion occasionally I find in there a rhyme lots of time for that to be an occasion occasionally.
He with the hooded eyes and eagles claw is he one more ghost come to knock upon my door?
It doesn't bother me
a comfort and a lover she is all and more and keeps me far away from the ghosts that knock upon my door.
I **** alas spasmodically the shivers really get to me she's there by my side with her hand in mine and my hand is the hand of time that drew the line that stopped the clock the hand that made the rhythm rock,
the ghosts still knock.
I know it's sometimes better the devil I know but I really don't know him at all.