ghost life: Closing to It's Self

24/11/12

Considerately killing me.

Without the skin here,

Beneath the storm.

Under these tears now,

The walls came down.

And as the snake is drowned

And as I look in his eyes,

My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down
And as I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of the times

I have died

and will die.

It's all right.

I don't mind

I don't mind.

ghost life