The Ghosts of my past.

April 8th, 2009-Ashes To Ashes

Ashes to ashes,

And dust to dust;

Broken and bleeding.

And lost all your lust.

Your metallic shimmer;

Is starting to fade.

You’re deep in depression;

All debts are unpaid.

Colors and textures;

Seem to disappear.

Staying strong is your strength;

Except that one lonely tear.

Your arms are unwilling;

To hold me so tight;

Your expression is grim.

And you’ve put up a fight.