Psalm234

Gliding across now ruby mouth, A feature dared not gone without. Darkened eyes, revealing not Anger, sorrow, nor joyful thought. Colors spread cross cheek and jaw, Concealing plainness, truth and flaw. In cover of dark, they live, they die. The abyss of night, where facts deny. Beneath the stars, they hide from sight. For shadows die within the light. The naked truth, their cloak will shield That their true form not be revealed. To be exposed, their truest fear. Thus begins the insincere. They con the timid and the weak And take advantage of the meek The truth a foreign entity A pool of lies: serenity Carved of wood or forme

Standing all alone, amidst the ghosts of my past Not looking to the future, trying to make the memories last. I can feel them all around me, catching glimpses in my eye. Forever they surround me, just as real as you or I. Though no one else can see them, they haunt my every step. They follow me through day and night, won't leave me to myself. You're there, you seem so far away, the ghosts they seem so near. You speak, I'll try and listen, but they're words alone I hear. Your touch, to you, may seem so soft, to me I'm only numb. Their breath--so cold--I feel it deep, it's what I have become. Among the spirits calling me, the transfor