Ghost Stories

The Lawrence Arms

Raindrops fell without rage

Eyes half-closed

Skin like dark gray metal

Inanimate and cold

Another flame to my face

The smell of sulfur lingering away

You're here for the perforation of the heart

Precise incisions, anesthetic dreams

It's broken like a ticking watch that need repairs

Shattered glass, exposed face, waiting to be wound

Wounded like a friend of mine who eased

His pain by killing

Not letting it kill him

When you wake up you won't remember anything

But that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm

Cries sharp like a crescent moon

A sickle grazed against the skin

My breath fogged up the window

So I let the night breathe in

I let the ghosts into my room and listened to their screams

Incessant whisperings singing like music to my ears

A flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue

Reminded me of me