Ghost Poetry -

my body burns out

this city turns it’s back on me

let it rain on me

defective copy of myself

I wish I was someone else

turn me into something else

two ghosts trapped on an island

circling this town in the sea

like sharks around bait for years

we’re swimming but drifting away

directionless but free

though the storms of our guilt push us back

onto the same shores once again

there’s no new shore

no new land to adore

we found us but found nothing

we lost it we lost something

we lost it we lost everything

deep and dark waters

pressure on me

circling this town in the sea

like sharbait’s floating for years

we’re drowning and drowning and fading away

the surface fades from green to grey

holding on was easier than letting go

the weight of the anchor pulled me under

vicious teeth we’re ripping pieces out of me

parts of me that I had hidden oh so well

my lungs burn out

this ships turns away from me

I need wounds stitched

I need wounds ripped open again

so I can bare this again

my blood was becoming the water

and the water my blood