That will never happen though...the king of wishful thinking.

That will never happen though...the king of wishful thinking.

Ghosts

Inhabiting empty spaces

Suffocate from within

Nothing to see

Anywhere

But everywhere

Is bursting with

Gossamer dreams

Drifting in vacuum

Collapsed into microdots

That explode on the tongue

With the power

To evoke memories

Of past futures

Reaching out from

The darkest corner

Shadowed webs

Spidered screams

See the nightmare

Before it is dreamed

Carried on a following wind

Forsworn

Before the cock crows

She is believing

Hold a mirror

In the air

It holds the breath

Of the lost

Despair me

Crocodile tears

Are no joke

Ghosts

Are sardines

Not childsplay.