I sleep alone in a dreamless void
under the gun
I never dare to see the rot
I’ve been chasing the vein
I know your face, but I can’t remember
from dust in the wind,
craft a figure hollow and motionless
breathe you in
call my name
and pass through the walls
a lonely ghost
it’s setting in
now that I feel alive when I’m lost
absence of pulse within the husk
a cold sensation
factions proliferate my isolation
you’re the teeth to break the skin
I open the door, I let it in
I can’t escape what’s in the ache
to re-emerge from a frail and fractured state
from dust in the wind
held in silence to contorted reflections
breathe you in
call my name
and pass through the walls
a lonely ghost
it’s setting in
now that I feel alive when I’m lost
they dig through the remnants
what’s left of my bones
frost on the window
it’s midnight and warm back home
breathe you in
now that I feel alive when I’m lost on my own
I’ve been chasing the vein
absence of pulse within the husk
a cold sensation
factions proliferate
I seek no end to excess
I’ll reflect in dust and ember
