Ghosts

9/7/12

I feel your pulse

I know you're here 

Cold as a ghost 

I'm want to feel

No dreams tonight

To fill my mind

Lone the hollowness 

In darkness we're blind,

 Broken, torn is my form

Earned from a past forlorn 

I can feel your pulse

I can breathe your hair
I need your life
I know you're there.