The Ghost

 

Cold freezing waters

Red burning skies

My faith - started to falter

It has been so for a while

Between the hot and cold

Between the red and blue

Within the thin line unfolds

My unlived life, my only truth

It`s endless, sometimes looks broken

Would I fall again?

It`s bound by all those things unspoken

It looks fragile, and tight and tense

Balancing on this thin line

A thread so terribly unstable

I have the hope, in my breath entwined

The lack of it me would disable

A shadow out there

Among a rain of bombs and traps

You told me so that I would care

And hope there would be no mishaps

I do indeed cause I am married

To the shadow so invisible to me

There`s a chance for this shadow to be buried

By the distance, by the sand, by me

A ghost I have invented

To keep me company on my days grey

I know that it was not intended

For my delusions at some point I`ll have to pay

And I am torn apart

By inexistent problem

I wish to find it in my heart

My mind has has been kidnapped by goblins

Or maybe those sorcerers and witches

Cast a spell on me, despite my protests

I`ve been so thoroughly bewitched

My appeals have gone unnoticed

I am to walk along the line

Connecting me with you

The shadow I will never find

The shadow in my mind to me was always true

The line, the thread is thin

I am too heavy

My endless, hopeless dreams

They weigh so much, much more than ever

Where I`m going I have no idea

They day is grey despite the colours

The day is hopeless, my endless fears

Invoke and make me feel my powers 

And I keep walking

In between the hot and cold

This rain I wish in it that I was soaking

Instead of you - my shadow, ghost, so bold

For you I`d take a bullet

From either hot or cold

My voices tell me that I shouldn't

Too late, I`m already enrolled

The Universe is making fun of me

As if there`s nothing left for it to do

It pushes me from side to side, it wouldn't let me be

It must be fun, but it is cruel

The many ghosts that I have had

So many through the years

They show up on both sides, they are all dead

Standing on the tiny line I freeze

My current ghost is worst of all

It is here to derail me

It is here to make me fall

I`d walk through you too, you`ll see

I am not afraid anymore

Of your cunning words, enticement

Wherever it is, I will get through to the shore

I know you`re something else although as ghost disguising

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