ghostsI am being haunted. Haunted by the ghosts of a million memories. Memories I thought I had buried, locked away in a deep dark vault, sealed up tightly, ready to be dealt with on some distant courageous day. A day which, thus far, has not arrived.ghosts
Haunted by the ghost of wrenching heart ache and of pain, of every fear and doubt which has ever gripped my soul. By the hideous ghosts of weakness and self-pity. And then there is the ghost of whom I am most afraid and yet to face. The ghost of a lonely and love-starved child. The child who nobody understood. She is standing at my shoulder.
The ghosts
PrincessYou slip like water through their fingers you exist but there's nothing to grasp grimy little sovereign in the gutter dirt lost, but not missed, left behind, but not kissed, one hundred thousand lonely stars from home.Princess
Your hollow bird bones creak like twigs in the wind a wide eyed doll child dressed in rags your palace of dust blew away on a sigh hurt, but not crying, torn apart, but not dying, one hundred thousand lonely stars from home.
DronesYou borrow the unwritten rulebook that your father was hitherto lent, and you learn to conform and adhere to the norm, and to live out your life as you're meant.Drones
So you forfeit your soul to feed others in the grey proletarian hive, where hedonistic bees sting for the pleasure it brings and dissect you while you're still alive.
And the walls start to close in around you, whilst the shackles appear at your feet, and you go to extremes to suppress childhood dreams, and resignedly march to their beat.
Disillusionment simmers within you, though you s
Why?If life is a play and the world is a stage, Think I was away when the cast list was read, Now I wander the scenery, lost and confused, With no purpose, direction or lines to be said.Why?
So let the show go on without me there, Let everyone carry on playing their part, While the music, the voices, the laughter ring out, Let me please slip away, I just don't have the heart.
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