Ghosts - Alter Der Ruine

With a splintered black tongue to cut the resistance

Put it on easy, no need to expand.

Four fingers high with a gravel choke

That says I’m kind of fond of funerals

Never-mind this sobbing, are we here to bury something?

I found the truth at the bottom of a glass

For the wrong times I’ve got books to fill

For the other hours I’m too thirsty to notice that the ghosts have stopped

speaking

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It’d be nice to pick a fight with something

That didn’t bite back for once

I’ve got enough teeth in this fist as it is, be nice to put some back in my

mouth.

Remembering when small steps sought distraction,

and were led into the light.

Where I had the love, and the love brought me to see

A blistering sun cook the pavement beneath a broken bird

It’s eyes rebelled into liquid, evaporating in the heat

Now I feel why those eyes ran

It was easier to leave

To find life outside a fading heartbeat

Than to look into what makes it bleed.