Spirits
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the dead, they sleep beneath the trees
in the dirt where no man sees
all the living walk above
some in hatred, others love
few have realized the truth
I know she feels me close byEven if she cannot see meShe knows my presence is beside herWhere it is and always will beThere is no need to miss meI'm always by her sideBut I love how she comes
I don't want your love songs
I don't want your melody tastes
Everything was a lie and now there's no music
Only silence and emptiness
I confessed to you one morning
Long after the sun had gone down
How the hell are you so blind?
Yes I'm the Devil in disguise
Ask the God you love so much
If I am worth his saving touch
Ask the spirits that I see
If they will ever, ever leave
I am made of memories
A collection of recollections bundled up inside a ball of anxiety and fear
Someone who wants nothing more than to forget what's wrong with them
So much so that the light that escapes cannot be caught
Tread carefully in the forest, my dear
There are spirits among the trees.
Patient, uneasy, and waiting.
They stay high among the branches or low at the roots;
When you die, a lot of people believe you go live up in the sky.
I think your spirit thrives and lives wherever it wants to arrive.
The smell of the wet earth in her nose
How calming it was to finally be alone
Her feet hit each step gracefully
And her hair was pulled back tight.
The morning after always brings more satisfaction than the previous night.
Feeling like gods as the sunlight illuminates our copper skin
Air, thick with content
The crimson petals of the past,
remind me of the colour of your lips,
the rain of your weeping.
Never did you listen,
when the angels warned you of my curse,
all I touched went toxic,
Whips. They’re flames of hatred about his body; cutting deep into the flesh and making him bleed.
i believe in our existance we travel 2 very long roads....1 road is the life you live and the life you lead....these roads are like fragile tape reals on your lifes film ..a film fill
If there are people, there are spirits.
If there is a God, there is a Devil.
If there are angels, there are demons.
One cannot exist without the other.
You're here, I'm here. We're both here. We're in the same room. But you're not here. You're on the other side.
You're someone that I can't see. It's almost impossible to catch you.
