All my ghosts are made of dreams as time and balance
rip from the seems of a sunflower sundress.
I felt life in something destroyed long ago and now that life is gone.
I feel death is in the eyes of a man who will never hear the feeling I express.
The earth pulls my mortality into the ground as my veins pulse with red wine and anger.
Damn God into his own eternal punishment!
Why should the Son have to pay the fathers debts?
Thank God I cannot remember, for once there is relief however long however brief
Even though I know
They will never let me forget.
Flash and yesterday is today, as I try to escape into a future
that is a direct reflection of this past.
The father screams, I dream my dreams,
I long for something real.
