gone ghost arise
the future is obsolete
the money that ails
is the cage you must deceit
in crowds i lose you
in casualty streets
and patterns form in faces
whom pass me in defeat
systematic drownings
of this, we all detect
and all of this we feel the need
the need we have to defect
when mornings i awake in panic
i should have realised the means
behind these static interludes
which are the results of media things
the bill i spent is coming back
stop worrying me, to cave me at that
yosemite will never fall
like him, i believe myself immortal
come back tomorrow i will feel no pain
a changed derivative no longer insane
over thoughts manifesting as a friend...
to fool my psyche -- to over extend
and so i shall become -- as a ghost
passing through this land of the ghosts
only i am the one in perfect clarity
and they are the ones who pass through my hard earned tangibility. |
Submission Name: As A Ghost
