Chasing Ghosts  

I'm drowning
Can't seem to wake up
Can't find the light
Something is certainly not right
Running from hounds that bite
The blood flows
Drawing a frenzy
Running faster
Following ghosts and clones
Of you through a hazy life
Crisp and clear outside
Under the pale moonlight
I find my sight
Too tired for dangerous games
Too tired to fight
Instead I coast
Like a frosty ghost
To my dark sanctuary
Away from curious folks
In my little hole
I smoke, smoke after smoke
Till the drowning sensation
Leaves my throat
To my chest it escapes
With the bumpity bump of an eradict heart
So used so broken
And yet bumpity bump.

© 2006 Joe Blow