Hosting a Ghost

Can you tell me what love was?
Did we create its existence?
Have we been misled to
Think it was in us?
Illusions are the oldest trick in the book.
Time for that smoke and mirror trick to come to an end
I've asked myself this question for a couple years.
We are the brightest blue,
Our eyes have been pasted on.
Copied and pasted onto our faces.
We could really use some assistance.
We live to die and then someone takes our place
We'll continue the cycle,
continue eating our legs.