War of Ghosts
I walked along these dark streets.
Fires burning in strangers eyes.
"Tell me your name, reciept in my bedsheets."
I heard her demand, "I want the best buy."
I'll feel safer upon a ledge.
Looking down not looking around in the crowd.
The night is ending love has disembodied.
The sun awakes the ghosts remand.
Their souls have amnestied.
The oblivion they couldn't stand.