Of a Ghost



Dig your grave

Tip it back of a decanter aged

Past, present, set future

Cover the mask, forget the others

Voice of reason doubts

To be or not your fault

Fallen in deep, so dig

Dig the hole deep


Devil in disguise

Trouble is the name

Your fallen demise

Forge hope the faith

Of never considered reality

In the depths of your insanity

Bloom above, above the

Grave dug deep


Fight or flight

Test of trust in self

In shared want of touch

Needed not heeded in

A reality of pipe filled dreams

Like rainfall and sunshine

Dig the hole deep

Bloom above the shrine.




Forever is this moment in Stolen Time

Forever yours. Forever Mine.

Where there is a brief Hush in Life

That I can truly have You by my Side

Stretched out for Days,



And Years.

There we will be, hidden from our Fears

There we shall have no use for our Tears.