I’m sickening again I’ve been infected I have ghosts in my blood you best roll me a stony make it a hard one I got the fear something chronic but I’ll keep on going I’m bound to get lucky I’m prepared to die trying this world can make you this world can break you but there’s no coin in self pity and there’s no solace in tears
I don’t believe in resurrections
or in tearful reconciliations the past is gone forever ghosts take shape in its shade my head is haunted with that fearful
geometry and the friends undone by
time and tide I’m a single link in the chain forever
broken my heart has formed a
compact between the living and the
dead
ghosts come to me through my own reflection ghosts come to me in the wake of my dreams ghosts come to me with
untimely reminders this life is
hard and
shorter than it seems so
take your best shot and maybe
another you might win some but you’ll likely lose more this life pays out with diminishing returns no-one
passes this way with bridges left unburned
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