Down the path, and through the dunes of sea-grass and growth, past the foxes and crickets and gulls, down to the black beach, down to the Sea. The Moon lights the way, and ghosts are your guide On the quiet path to the Sea. Sand is cool, but the night is warm and alone you see the world in motion, Moon reflecting every motion, Every sound disappearing, caught by ghosts in the summer night, warm breeze lifts you as waves break in the summer night and the sea-grass sways with the wind beneath the stars and the salt-air Crying to the Sea in the summer night Where tears are lost, and ghosts
Are everywhere.
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Nobody seems to care for
What cannot be Seen
But when I look into the Mirror,
I don’t only see Me and
It cannot be Clearer
that I am but a function of We.
No one can Decieve
Nor make me Believe
that my Mind is a Sieve
To make me Live as a Piece
of this Hideous machine
That turns it’s Insidious,
Vacant Engines
with it’s Darkly
Suicidal Intentions,
think not of those
Who Find others to Blame
but Seek the depraved
and Lose my own Name to
Leave the whole World
Decaying in Shame
and look up to the Stars
and Beyond the Tame
Cities broken Boondox
Terrestrial shattered
Civilized Paradox
The Things I See when the Lights go Out
Fascinatingly, Terrifying
It doesn’t matter, shut them Out
These ghosts in my Head
That I cannot get out
Titanic Mistakes which
I did make
and though my Life is Not empty
It’s still far from Full
Those who are Forgotten
my Soul still does Pull
closer ever to my Heart
Which is not One
But billions tied
To All who suffer and
All those who Cry
And When my Eyes are shut
I Still can see
The Victims right
In front of me
Those who are blind
and Narrow in Mind
never think to care
For whats Righteous or Fair
And if you’ve been to the bottom
Can you comprehend what’s on top?
Dark, red Blood on
a Long, cold Blade
and All of the Ghosts
Suddenly
Fade
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