I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...

What do you do with the empty space
When your memory starts to forget their face...

Your fingers wander up my spine
Piercing through hazy nightmares...

My youth worn down by choices
That grasp me 'round the throat...

Fear has slithered into my bones
I am nothing but a rotten corpse...

How many dead things do we bring to life
In the hopes they'll keep us safe at night...

Charred flesh doesn't sting the way I'd imagined
But when shivers cross my spine...

The rainbow won't remember two blind searching...
Who grasped at prisms, thinking they'd be golden...

I'm quite good at destruction
When the target is myself...

Look at me now
I decayed long ago...

A surge of emotion
And I am gone...

I don't want to exist
I want to be a ghost...