Loving lies, we run
Towards those who've
Marked our souls.
Falling through
Ficticious holes,
We lose ourselves.
Knowing only what
We wish to know.
We live and chase,
Ghosts.
The ones who remind
Us of them the most.
Transparent
Hosts, who hold us
In the dead of night --
In the dark
and in the cold.
We live and chase,
Ghosts.
We shut our eyes
To flesh and bone.
Afraid of ever
Having known.
We live and chase
Ghosts.
