Words From The Past

unseen

 

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

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