They’re coming for you – human tendencies
On their mind
You matched your smile to my voice
—
And I whispered into the walls
A room full of bodies, who’s souls were yours
But not your own
They watch through glass lens
As I watched anything other than
Your eyes
Their movements were yours,
And in the hollows of night
They shed skin, alighting into skies of
Your voice
Had you heard me breathing words
—
Before?
They have — they are. Perhaps your ghost
Is the shape
The moon takes when I try to hold it
And
This
Distance
Is my heart from my head
When they reach you, open your
Ink stained arms, welcome loudest
And swallow them whole
We will not be
—
But those moments captured and
Replayed
Betray lips we share
As we cling to the debris
Of others
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
They’re coming for you – human tendencies
On their mind
You matched your smile to my voice
—
And I whispered into the walls
A room full of bodies, who’s souls were yours
But not your own
They watch through glass lens
As I watched anything other than
Your eyes
Their movements were yours,
And in the hollows of night
They shed skin, alighting into skies of
Your voice
Had you heard me breathing words
—
Before?
They have — they are. Perhaps your ghost
Is the shape
The moon takes when I try to hold it
And
This
Distance
Is my heart from my head
When they reach you, open your
Ink stained arms, welcome loudest
And swallow them whole
We will not be
—
But those moments captured and
Replayed
Betray lips we share
As we cling to the debris
Of others