Ghost Bath
lust
Darkness drives my hand
Burying my thought and sorrow
Before me stands a parable of man
Who once was and always is
He breathes my breathe
And stalks the ancient tomes
Not willing to answer my cries
Selfish and alone
Darkness drives my hand
Burying my thought and sorrow
Before me stands a parable of man
Who once was and always is
He breathes my breathe
And stalks the ancient tomes
Not willing to answer my cries
Selfish and alone