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GHOST

CRACKING FLESH BLOATED SKIN

FLIES DEVOUR MY FLESH MY EYES HAVE GONE COLD

STARING AT YOU MY MOUTH A CRIMSON PIT

MY MUMMIED SILVER RINGED HAND HOLDING YOUR TEAR

STAINED PHOTO

THE BLOOD IS ON THE TILE, IT SOAKS YOUR POLAROID

AND COATS MY PALE SKIN IN RED

I AM AWAKE FOR THE FIRST TIME

I AM NO LONGER THE LIVING

BUT AMONG THE MANY LOST SOULS OF THE DEAD

I LIE ON MY BACK EYES GLUED ON YOU

IF ONLY YOU WERE THERE A COMFORTING WORD OR TWO

MY FORM IS EMPTY ...ECHOS FLOAT THROUGH MY BRAIN

YOU STAIR ME IN MY DEAD EYES

SEE YOUR OWN REFLECTION BOUNCE BACK

WOULD YOU CRY FOR ME?

WOULD YOU DIE FOR ME?

YOU CERTAINLY WOULD LIE TO ME?

AND USE ME, FILL ME WITH THIS FALSE HOOD CALLED LOVE!

YOUR AT MY FUNERAL

DRESSED UP IN THE FINEST BLACK SATIN

YOU GRIEVE SHALLOW DRY TEARS

THE KIND THAT ARE ONLY FOR SHOW

I FEEL YOUR TEARS HIT MY STONE PLAUQUE

I AM NETHIER IN HELL OR HEAVEN

IM STANDING NEXT TO YOU

YEARNING TO TOUCH YOU

LEARNING NOT TO HATE YOU

MY INVISABLE FORM GOES UNNOTICED

I CRY WANTING TO ONCE FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR KISS

I WEEP BY SEEING BY YOU I AM NOT MISSED

I AM IN DENILE

IN DENILE THAT I AM NOT A GHOST IN DISTRESS

AMONG ALL THE OTHER LOST WONDERING SOULS

I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO LIVE

I WANT TO TAKE I WANT TO GIVE

I WANT TO FEEL I WONT TO TOUCH

I WANT TO FEAR I WANT TO TRUST

I AM DEAD ANOTHER LEAF BLOWING IN THE NIGHT BREEZE

YOU SNEEZE YOU GET A SUDDEN COLD SHUDDER

PULL YOUR JACKET ON TIGHTER

THAT WAS ME MY HAND ON YOUR SHOULDER

I TRY TO CARESS YOU YOU SAY I FEEL COLDER

MY ICY HANDS YEARN FOR YOUR WARM HEART

YOU THROW A MERCY ROSE ON MY GRAVE AND DEPART

I STAY SITTING ON MY PLAUQUE CRYING SILENT INVISABLE

TEARS...SO MANY FADED DREAMS TOO MANY LOST YEARS