I float like apparitions, emotions so invisible.
In search of some assurance
Hinging everything on a gesture.
I’m taking every measure to escape this rejection. Begging for a soul
To hear the cry for help behind the whisper.
Tear a hole into my skin
Bury your complacency within.
In the end I’m what you say I am.
Say the words and conjure me to live.
In hate with my reflection,
So I’m changing my complexion.
My hope will lie in this Metempsychosis.
Reaching for a soul to tell me I am more than white noise static.
One who has the shining to prove I’m not a ghost in this machine.
