I invited them in
They’re all here
Wanting and wishing dead things in my ear
Like the breeze of summers humidity
These ghosts are always with me
In tell and in tales and see through lies
I can never hide my disguise
Behind my eyes
Of alone and not
Fearless amongst the ghosts again tonight
Conversations dwell around my body filled with life
Another dead embryonic cell flushes out
The cold wasted tears are only spied on by see through faces
All from different places
Like stained glass shattered over a church floor
They beckon me for more
Within and without
A shuttle to the funeral party
I close my heart and open my body
Hold on only to me
Allow the others to devourer what is left
Another cliff
1000 feet high windows of this lost civilization
No one will reclaim
We build a fire around the stem of my brain
Just to set it aflame
Again
With all the anxiety
That this world does sustain
Now there is no one to which I refrain
All the gold and gems of the sky fall down to my lap
And we are all left guessing what will come next
Will I give it in and to victory be the sin
Or will I push it so diligent reclaiming the lost win
Silent they are
Only humidity
Blanket my skin and the black thoughts that lay within
My own revelation
© 2008 ColourGod
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