Permeable Ghost

July 4, 09

Empty words waver into songs,
Into souls you don't care to feed,
Cigarettes burn into tongues,
And liquor is the eye to infinity.

And only.
And only because you want
You want your words to be empty.
Feel them and desire nothing,
Permeable ghost,
You can die but you don't die
From the constant way you bleed,
Beggar from the few,
You feel your life is empty.