This Skin Is Rust

There is a newness that can overcome anything
Standing on the stairs holding hand made shells, bleeding
The downstairs ghost is near
The fallen chair on the floorway
The lamp outside the hall
Cold watery eyes become warm
The clock beating this empty room
Atop of a counter full of what is worked for
Every river bleeds white
A sparkle will surface
Cut into my arm
My blood is only cold
If I could only feel your shadow
If I could still hear you breathing
There would be no second hand to call the moments by
But a life of breathlеssness would wither into none
Bringing a vеin to an end, never to believe again
Is there nothing more safe than shade?
Please don't say anything
A lock of my hair, burn my pictures, bury me underneath your floorboards
Clock is beating this empty room
I've never even changed a wind
I will live here forever
We will hold hands again a thousand years from now
Only this time alone
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There's a fear that can understand anything
Standing on the stairs holding hand made shells, bleeding
The downstairs ghost is in
Almost everyone alive is unaware, a second set of stairs above the garage door
Please understand me when I say, that you will always disappoint
There is a dream that can only mean everything
Standing on these same stairs
Holding the same hand made shells, bleeding
I am the sideways ghost
I am the same that I always have been
Only this time alone