Ghosts don't follow me
Ghosts don’t follow me, am I too normal?
Am I too sober? I still need their company,
I feel greed appaling, feels like I’ve finally fallen
I live to capture the moments
When I hear them laughing
When I share their passions
On my own I’m nothing
Pausing reality, waiting for madness
Mating with darkness, painting it classic
Not asking, answers just passing, bubbling acid
Mumbling something under the covers
Ashes to ashes, mean nothing
Without dose of distraction.
Black ink, something to judge.
Something enough to put up the fires.
For one hour, sleep till you wake.
Change never lasting, taking no shape.
2020-08-20 16:58:06
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