Phantom

I've seen you before, how I know that you're lonely
Just like a phantom, a lonely phantom
Well step inside, make yourself nice and homely
Just like a phantom, phantom

You're seated on a couch of hide
The best that money could buy
The windows closed, the candles lit
Illuminating where you sit

Where you sit
Is warm
Because you love to sit
Undone

We aren't the food, we are the crave
In nature's arms, we misbehave
We chatter thoughts that age and rust
We're not the air, we're just the dust

The dust
It flies
The remnants of the the ones
Long gone

You are religious, I am told
Do you think that God get's old?
Funny how we heed the hark
Yet long in light, our skin gets dark

Too dark
To tell
But doesn't tantamount
To sun



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-11-27 at 16:04

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Nyorioko
You are religious, I am told
Do you think that God get's old?

GREAT...Loved this part.
You write very very well. Captures the mind and keeps it locked on the words. Its great.
2007-11-28