Ghosts

Short breaths move to suppress the reversal
Who said the words "You god, goddamned sonofabitch"?

With a splintered black tongue to cut the resistance
Put it on easy, no need to expand.

Four fingers high with a gravel choke
That says I'm kind of fond of funerals
Never-mind this sobbing, are we here to bury something?

I found the truth at the bottom of a glass
For the wrong times I've got books to fill
For the other hours I'm too thirsty to notice that the ghosts have stopped speaking
OoOoO
It'd be nice to pick a fight with something
That didn't bite back for once
I've got enough teeth in this fist as it is, be nice to put some back in my mouth.

Remembering when small steps sought distraction,
and were led into the light.
Where I had the love, and the love brought me to see
A blistering sun cook the pavement beneath a broken bird
It's eyes rebelled into liquid, evaporating in the heat

Now I feel why those eyes ran
It was easier to leave
To find life outside a fading heartbeat
Than to look into what makes it bleed.