Ghost

Even though these days,

I tend to watch you from a distance.

Go back to that place

Hold, choke, implode.

Unforgiving thoughts of knowing,

When can I leave.

Into the fire and growing,

Suffocate what I receive.

Is it eternal, pounding heavy hearts.

Is it eternal, pounding heavy hearts.

The conversation is better behind closed eyes.

Silence, walk alone in a crowd.

Scrape up the bones, the pleasure.