Seer's Tear - Ghosts

Running again.
Some wounds weren't
Meant to heal, part of the crowd,
The chocking of voices ring
Only in memory.
...Slowes to taken of predictable
Static scenes & searching the
Shadows for an etching of time,
an etching of time on yesterdays minds.
..Close to desire, reaching out
So as to leave behind, the
Cold of the past staring thoughts
While the walls divide,
Running again, some wounds
Weren't meant to heal,
Walkin' the wire, if learning
To climb can ticket a better
View, talking the line, the
Waiting of windows is
The closing of doors....
Torn between flood selfish
Gestures & sacrifice, holding
The close ones close & playing
Down our enemies.
Once all the ghosts have died
For one all the ghosts have died..