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the shadows are hungry

 
There's a ghost in my bones
and she's lonely
she paints flowers on the walls in the daytime
and bullet wounds on my skin at night

When the scars collapse and new skin returns
she pretends the silence doesn't roar
when the radio skips a beat
to songs she won't remember

She doesn't know her own skin anymore
and I don't know mine
together we make strange shadows
on the wall and call it life

My own silence is deafening
I can't find a reason to scream
the gun just a metaphor to the way
I was before I had a reason to smile

I'm always waiting for the end of days
I'm always looking for a reason to run

There's a ghost in my bones
and she's lonely
but I'm the one holding the gun

Indie Adams 2017
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
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