Ghost Stories

Raindrops fell without rage, eyes half closed
 Skin like dark gray metal, inanimate and cold
 Another flame to my face
 The smell of sulfur lingering away
 You're here for the perforation of the heart
 Precise incisions, anesthetic dreams
 It's broken like a ticking watch, needs repair
 Shattered glass, exposed face, waiting to be wound
 Wounded like a friend of mine who eased his pain by killing time
 Not letting it kill him
 When you wake up, you won't remember anything
 But that night the ghosts wailed in the wind storm
 Cries sharp like a crescent moon
 A sickle grazed against the skin
 My breath fogged up the window
 So I let the night breathe in
 I let the ghosts into my room
 And listened to their screams
 Incessant whisperings
 Singing, singing
 Like music to my ears, like music to my ears
 Like music to my ears
 A flash of life like lightning
 Electric blinding blue
 Reminding me of you