Nowhere’s Ghost

September 12, 2006

As I peer out the bloodstained window

I try to find your face

But when I look back all I see is the blood I have spilled

Trying to find you.

So, I walk down the old street path

Remembering when you’re here

But all I can think about is the tears I have shed

Trying to find you.

Then, I stare into the flames below

I try to feel your touch

But all I feel is my mind engulfed afire

Trying to remember you.