They ain’t dead,
’til you are.
Maybe that’s a simple wisdom,
Before I disappear into the dark.
Carrying them on tethers,
From your heart to theirs.
Dragging them along with you as witnesses,
The comforts of one’s flock of ghosts.
Monuments To Madness.
That’s All I Offer Beyond That.
Only Ghosts.
They ain’t dead, ’til you are.
