she’s a ghost in my night
that i can never quite see
a constant whisper in my ear
from somewhere not beside me
and she promises me things
to make my black heart stop
some of heaven, some hell
but i listen around the clock
sometimes i see her in a crowd
when i’m wandering alone
sometimes i wish i could hear her
if i could get her on the phone
but she’s a mystery
always distant
she’s a secret
of an instant
inspiring dreams
too big for this world
making me question
and remain loyal to her
i will worship in her midnight
and die a million deaths in her name
though i fall to earth unworthy
i shall be her champion of this game
for her in silence
for her in the dark
feel this black heart beat
silent
dark
we are each other’s ghosts
lick the blood from the wounds we cause
scream our whispers
turn us both into the flame
we were born to blister
for her in silence
i must be silent
we are our own ghosts.
– JT
Feb 4, 2013. Midnight.
I like it. Very nice. Mature and ripe.
Very evocative. Thank you for sharing.