Giving Up the Ghost - On Broken Wings

Fascinate

To be shade cast by

The forms of mortal men

The light cuts around my body

Revealing evidence of times

Before my presence

It fascinates

Or am i ghosts?

Without a revelation

Walking a moving line

And when the comatose

Is finite i will remember

Important details

Or will nonsense

Be my explanation?

All out lives are lies

And when it’s conscious

We’ll be dead