ghosts
ghosts are all i see

sallow faces seeping sadness
from empty shells lying in wait
for the wind
to breathe life back into dull eyes

flesh clinging to hollow bones
as worms wriggle under cranial headdresses
faking brainwaves in clustered masses

fetid words spewing from withdrawn lips
as gums recede to escape their twisted smiles

riddled hearts seeking to obtain passion
and hold it in broken vessels
but skeletal fingers only collect cobwebs
as they rot from the inside out

stumbling with disjointed steps
to an insignificant location
mindlessly grinding away
only to crumble
without the necessary lucrative lubrication
of satisfaction

a barren shore of bleached bone awaits
with nothing but miles of empty sand to recieve them