Ghosts all speak their minds here
Voices settle swiftly in my head
Pain, grief and agony
The mockery of lives torn & dead...
In confusion lies the consequences of no actions taken at all
Too afraid of jumping to ever take the fall...
May i bleed just enough to release this?
May i cry just enough to wash it away from my mind?
The doubting never ceases
Solitude is all i ever find....
In the lonely hours passing they scrape and tear
The realities of this emptiness is too much to bare...
Someone out there, anyone made of flesh???
Let me hear a voice that's not in my own head!!!
Control, i've lost it again my friend
Spinning and turning into this again...
May i bleed just enough to release this?
May i cry just enough to wash it away from my mind??
This constant solitude is all that i find...