Does it haunt you?
When I climb in your mind when your thoughts are thought through?
Will I linger and seep and forever disdain?
Does my voice still resound? Do you hear me?
Can you still taste my skin, do my fingers entangle, do they grasp you?
Do you walk paths we walked? Does your step fall in line with some other?
Do you wish they were I?
When your eyelashes close oh so slowly…
When you feel feathered blows. When the wind brushes past and I touch you.
Does it hurt? Does it pain? Are you wounded?
Do you scream out my name with your rage, with your fury – with dead love?
Do you cry when you sleep? Do you wish that your dreams brought me to you?
You are not in my mind. You are lost, you’re not you. There’s no us.
We’ve now passed, we’re now lost. We can’t live.
So these words that you read – they’re not real, they’re not me.
They are here to haunt you…