this is a ghost town
alive with the echoes of failures fled
lit up by shiny faces

that parade the streets
what used to be
of humility is gone

you walk on mounts
of skull and bone
where living is denied

i see more movement in decomposition
than in those hollow eyes


it is the only place i know
where death is most alive
it is when truth is is turned to lie

that death is most alive

set flame to the ensnarers

and pierce that ornate shield
branded by what claims you
you wear the mark of death

tear from loss and agony
a character defined
stripped of all but tragedy

what life is left to find
go now-until there s nothing left
go now-the dying has began


so i flee from all that is me
to hide behind this pale dead face

whatever happened to desire,want and need
whatever happened to integrity
imagination is a curse in all of this

whatever happened to the ones left behind

this is a ghost town

bodies dragged through endless streets
go now,to never return
i see more pitiful humiliation

than you can ever hide