Ghosts

[Guest]

[HollyGolightly]

People are crying, bleeding hearts and broken souls surrounding
Bitter love bleeds, falling down their faces like snowdrops from a sultry heaven

But what of me?
When I go, is all that will envelop me the surrounding darkness?
Empty silences screeching in my ears and distant cries from people too far to touch
I’ll lay on the floor drowning in the roar of the radio,
Pulling and scratching at the niggling noises from the voices behind the locked door

My desperation calls out to them
But they don’t hear,
All they see is the theatrics of my silent screams and stage-show

The tree has already fallen, but the sound has yet to be made,
What a futile word is happy
And what a fatuous gesture is a smile
When all it brings are the lies that lay
Beside you in the dark