Talk Of Ghosts
No talk at all just whispers.
No talk at all.
And in the darkness echos fall.
Now all around in silence,
a silken breath.
The windows hug the mist of death.
A passing stranger living
in parallel.
A shade of angels tale to tell.
In sillouhette, in waiting
to cast the die.
I must demand another try.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I hear you.
Beyond the land of living.
Beyond the knife.
A soul in mourning for a life.
A pure subconscious terror
within the eye.
And from this alter world I cry.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I hear you.
A watcher watch in horror,
awaiting dawn.
Alike a prisoner forlorn.
And now the loneliness of
eternity.
I can defy the lock and key.
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