Ghosts
It hurts. Those periods in life where you move about in a trance, not really aware. Of anything. The peripherals blur. You can convince most that everything is okay. Those few that you have let past the gates that guard your heart notice that something is wrong - and they ask you about it. In a loving manner. And you think about it realizing that you have been acting strangely as of late. And in all honesty, nothing comes to your mind.So you continue living. And working. And it simply will not go away. No matter how hard you try - you know something is eating at you. Sometimes it is right up in your face, sometimes you forget that it is there. BUT IT WILL NOT GO AWAY.
And then you see it. Walking. Moving. Talking. Memories. She the source of your pain. Your pain. Your pain. My pain. My... pain.
No. She's the reason maybe. But not the source. I failed. I messed up. Twice. I had the second chance - and with all good intentions in my heart I still messed up. And now I live with my own desire. If I ever held her back - she leaves immediately. And she did. And it hurt. Hurts. And she's back. And I can't do anything about it. Because she's been hurt too. And she's amazing enough to know her priorities. And that makes me want her all the more. And I can't have her.
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
from the last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war
and I start to feel a fever from the warm air through the screen
you come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams
and the Mississippi's mighty but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down
and I guess that's how you started like a pinprick to my heart
but at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown
and there's not enough room in this world for my pain
signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain
of all my demon spirits I need you the most
I'm in love with your ghost I'm in love with your ghost
dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush
when I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush
when you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river play your memory like the piper
and I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me
but I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
and dance the edge of sanity I've never been this close
in love with your ghost
unknowing captor you'll never know how much you
pierce my spirit but I can't touch you
can you hear it a cry to be free
or I'm forever under lock and key
as you pass right through me
now I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships
to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips
as I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels
and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep
that poisons me I can't swim free the river is too deep
though I'm baptized by your touch I am no worse at most in love with your ghost
posted by Devo @ 3:15 PM
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