Life is a desolate abyss
where the ghosts wander
ghosts of old dreams
ghosts of old loves
ghosts of people you thought you knew
but you really didn't
and they've left you alone
with great bonfires
and cold corruption
and the forces of evil and darkness
that turn and laugh in your face
and smile upon the stroke that did slay you
so now the ghosts can pull you down
into their lives
of life
and torture
and torment
and there shall be no more pain
The empty portaits on the wall
show the anscestors with no faces
see the beautiful eyes?
Notice the curved smiles?
See how the forehead curves into the nose?
well, why not?
Just because a painting has no face
doesn't mean I can't see one.
Meeting up with someone
I once knew long ago
is showing me what I had missed-
the possible parts do show
My life could be so different
I could have been another
my pasts were then my future
the things that would be, were
I pass you and say hello
as we smile at memories
the things that we once said one day
and ancient laugh and tease
People may think me crazy
or just mildly insane
Just because you can't hear me
six feet under, you lay slain
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