I have an apparition in mind
a spirit that wanders endlessly
he is luminous and beautiful
amongst a thousand ghosts
he shines a little brighter
he is like a star, unconsumed
i am the spectre he does not see
my eyes as deathlights blue
as i touch him he fades away
i try to speak his name
but no sound expells
from these shuddering lips
only ancient halitosis pours
from my heart of black sand
hidden from the moon's mockery
i exalt to a sickened limbo
i will become bitter and deranged
if you do not kiss me soon
i am the poltergeist inside
tearing at my own heartstrings
in the abscence of you
weaving precious dreams
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
I have an apparition in mind
a spirit that wanders endlessly
he is luminous and beautiful
amongst a thousand ghosts
he shines a little brighter
he is like a star, unconsumed
i am the spectre he does not see
my eyes as deathlights blue
as i touch him he fades away
i try to speak his name
but no sound expells
from these shuddering lips
only ancient halitosis pours
from my heart of black sand
hidden from the moon's mockery
i exalt to a sickened limbo
i will become bitter and deranged
if you do not kiss me soon
i am the poltergeist inside
tearing at my own heartstrings
in the abscence of you
weaving precious dreams
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