Gem, Mint Ten - The Ghost

These ribs are now prison bars

Or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key

I found this center inside

It’s being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions

Without control you consume me

This knot of desire in a noose of doubt

Without control I consume you

Quarantine me so I will not infect

My glass skin

It shivers when

Your eyes throw looks like stones

I’m taking names

I’m placing the blame

On the one that doesn’t exist, it’s all on me

Soldiers at war

You’re what I’m fighting for

Under friendly fire

It’s kinda funny how a streetlight can disect me and cut me down to size

It’s beauty and reason how a stranger can affect me and put this weight on my

chest

Without control you consume me

A knot of desire in a noose of doubt

These imperfections we can not accecpt

Hold us together bind and connect