Ghosts

Heightened senses, an overflow of emotion

Flowers overturn as I listen to the beating in my chest

Collapsing on myself, who was I lying to?

How often do I kill myself, I keep running in circles

The only thing that's haunted is me

I stand gazing at the aftermath, petrified at my own creation

Luminous sparks of crimson paint the walls

Fixations, my mind unwinding like a broken clock

A single flicker of light illuminates the obsidian walls

The sound of nothing, so this is madness incarnate

My senses distorted, a compass with no direction

This is the designation of the damned, to wander off the grid

Willingly, I entrenched myself into this quicksand

Verses upon verses of wishful thinking, all gone, all dead

My eyes unfocused, a vision of a future I don't belong to

Everyone's asleep at some point in time, if you're lucky you just die

Filthy, doesn't it bother you how easy it is to make that choice?

Chasing after the great unknown, like it's going to be their salvation

It wears you out, but it's better than suffering from the recoil

Rage is a fuel, doesn't run anything but burns everything

Reaching critical mass isn't the point, it's the fallout

The end result, an utter desperation for something to exist

Artificial, isn't it daunting how a walk in the park can be?

Next thing you know, you notice everybody can't really see

You can't liberate yourself because you know you're sedated

This is the contract that I signed up for, the life I have bought

A current that runs through your veins, neither dead or alive

This is your friend, this is what is real, this is the cold black

A dreamworld where you can stop running and just breathe

Where you can turn around and embrace that figure in the void

Coins continue to fall into a wishing well where my soul fell

Just one more and perhaps this time it'll come true

Counting down the days until the end of all that ever was

For this time it's a ghost, like a lover forlorn and forsaken

It swallows me whole, and I felt like I could finally let go