i’m lost inside my head
too many yesterdays
too many voices
belonging to the dead
they follow
and
they haunt
mock, taunt
all wide eyed
dreamy
leaving me gasping
for more
stuck in a stasis
a false reality
in moments of time
rainy nights, a drunken haze
the ghost of a girl
who used to be real
she
who never leaves
and she
who never breathes
gripping me tight
making me ill
it’s a neon maze
a future noir
longing
for some kind of
love
but there’s
nothing there
except for
morphine and dead flowers
empty souls and bodies breaking
again
again, again
lovers bleeding
down
lonely sidewalks
always
the
same
same, same