bystander

Ghost

I am unclear as to what sits here,
I am not a man, I'm a ghost.
This shell, it used to harbor perfect dreams and crystal waters,
Burn the Martyr, breathe the smoke in and choke.

Your hostilities are like infantry,
The question of the century.
Perplex me with the mystery then go.
Now anybody who sits next to me,
Will likely be a casualty,
I've got a time bomb on my soul.

He boasted open hopelessness,
Trying to cope with the abyss,
That rests with every fantasized slit on his wrists.
He wished to give up and quit, yet he remains persistant.
Replaced the pain to ascertain a few brave new addictions.

Contradicted every statement he ever made as a child,
Failed to see the duration of devastation brought by guile.
They smile to decieve, and bring belief to the notion,
That they truly harbored love, to be percieved as devotion.

But the moment passed to rapidly and casually left,
Leaving me stuck here, cold and alone with your name on my breath.
Now all that's left is the pain which I change into hope,
But there's a spot on my iris for every hole thats in my boat.

I choke back the tears,
Try to relax my fears,
But still I dedicate my beers,
So heres to wishing you were here.