Every exploding blood bed you have ever seen! by Johnny CrimsonI hate opening blinds
and seeing ghosts staring me
in the face at night
I think i'm in silence
and then i'm painfully reminded
by the humming computer tower
That unlucky thing
has to think all night
i hate that the dreams
i wake up from
are never the ones that
put me to sleep
In the dark i lose count
of the sets of eyes in my room
And that low moaning sound
is probably some ancient memory
I have yet to fuck away
I can almost see them
with their heads to the sky
crawling on their bellies
I find myself whispering to them
Almost like more volume
would bring on less attention
A finger brushes my cheek
and all the lights are on
Ghosts look very real in the morning
They look like girls
And i'm still inside one
05/21/2007 Posted on 05/22/2007 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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