Dent Moses

Ghosts

I'm not gonna watch
A perfect time because it's yours
I don't even want that again
My body aches because it's yours

Ghosts listening
To all you're little things
I wish I could dirt my hands
To see if I'm alive

And the house is like a cage
Inside of a bigger house like a cage
Every door you break
What likeness are the rooms?
Why is she awake so late?

Ghosts hang around
To all the shiny things
I wish I could gaze and cry
To all the pretty things

Ghosts anywhere
The walls can't hide me now
I'm only real in the space of your ideas
Or my dead aunt from hell
What was her name?
She must be drifting away

 

  • Author: Dent Moses (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2017 04:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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