This Ghost
©1984 Tim Burke
In the nighttime blanket of darkness
I am hiding from myself
Cannot fight this feeling within
Like a siren you lure me
When they look into my eyes
This ghost is all they'll recognize.
How often when you're away from me
I've tried to erase these tracks.
Still they linger, signs upon the path
To trace your way back.
When they look into my eyes
This ghost is all they'll recognize.
Each time you drift away
You leave me trapped in gray
Free to crawl this burned-out basement.
But when you run through me
I'm blind to all I see
But the light from your cell window.
A day has passed since I felt you.
Tried to hold out but it's too strong.
Thoughts are slipping, hands are shaking
One last pin-prick kiss of passion.
Each time you drift away
You leave me trapped in gray
Free to crawl this burned-out basement.
And though this cannot last
I gaze into the past
And await your last embraces
Escape your nightmare oasis
Destroy these last few traces.
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