Hidden in plain sight
Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.
Rolling on water
I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me
Dead Walking
I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.