The Ghost

I'll lie down for the last time and fall well away from her And I insist that I'll be dearly missed (please, say never) I'll pour down like water In between the sky and doubt we talked about 'forever' and all our other useless words. Until I say "in his silent sound was the peace I found" but she hides behind her eyelids. I feel the breath from her nose on my neck as it blows by. the warmth passes me (like her love did) "But a tree once cut down came up new from the ground" she smiles a lie, "that may very well be," she replies "and so it goes, it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me." Put music to our troubles and we'll dance them away. From my left eye flow tears of joy, of sorrow from my right. "You might seem too strong to surrender, boy, but you're far too frail to fight." That old dull pain beats in my brain it runs down my back into every limb- And its more of the same as the warmth that I seem to lack, you'll neither find in him.