Ghosts of The Past

Anthropomorphic, our desire
We beg to know, yet turn and cower

Thoughts that sculpt us lost in darkness

Ghosts of my past
They cross your path
Time the last pass
Cast in old glass

Seedless fruit in drones we seek
Of our future lies we keep

Oh, my mind falls, breathless child born
Old mind, past calls. Future lives fail

Knowing will not ease the fall
With broken bones, the truth dissolves

No more awake than our first hour
Our minds rot and are devoured



Credits
Writer(s): Valoth Lord
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