I Hear The Breath Of Ghosts

Hiding Behind The Wind

Like An Icy Choir Exhaling

A Promise To Rescind



I Hear The Breath Of Ghosts

Escaping From Their Lungs

Calling Forth The Names Of Those

That Took Away Their Tongues



A Temporary Permanence

A Fortress Of Onionskin

With Motives So Transparent

With No Means To An End



I Feel The Breath Of Ghosts

Like Fingers On My Skin

Tracing Senseless Patterns

Revealing Nothing In The End



I Hear The Breath Of Ghosts

Whisper In My Ear

With Every Drooling Syllable

It Preys Upon My Fear



A Temporary Permanence

A Fortress Of Onionskin

With Motives So Transparent

With No Means To An End



I Hear The Breath Of Ghosts

Blowing Through The Trees

Hissing Out A Warning

Awash With Its Disease



I Hear The Breath Of Ghosts

Slowly Fade Away

With Ever Decreasing Frequency

As Colors Change To Gray



A Temporary Permanence

A Fortress Of Onionskin

With Motives So Transparent

With No Means To An End