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Talk Of Ghosts

No talk at all just whispers.
No talk at all.
And in the darkness echos fall.

Now all around in silence,
a silken breath.
The windows hug the mist of death.

A passing stranger living
in parallel.
A shade of angels tale to tell.

In sillouhette, in waiting
to cast the die.
I must demand another try.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I hear you.

Beyond the land of living.
Beyond the knife.
A soul in mourning for a life.

A pure subconscious terror
within the eye.
And from this alter world I cry.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I hear you.

A watcher watch in horror,
awaiting dawn.
Alike a prisoner forlorn.

And now the loneliness of
eternity.
I can defy the lock and key.