Ghost be found

haunted by the ghost of me

i've awaken at the wrong time

to be found amidst colliding foes

of fable gongs

as the beats of the red envelope

skipped a beat

whence seeing you again.

I found myself back in hell's pawn shop

where souls are paid for booze

or vice versa, not too sure

not that i care.

Seeing is believing

and no thats not right

seeing is realizing

that all this fucking time,

that I'm all happy and fun

I was merely lying to myself,

that I'm okay.

that everything is just fine

and that I'm having a good life, good time.

I can't lie to myself any longer.

I'm glad to be here, free;

but I just can't handle myself right now.

A walk I need, to be away…

to hide those tears seeping through

whence I saw you.

there.

no where.

booze? anyone?

let's go.

'to the ghost of happiness"

I am ghost.

Saturday, July 3, 2010 at 1:27am