the ghost

everybody walks through me everyday
superficial conversation is just profane chills
nobody sees my mind in disarray
i'm the ghost in the room on pills

we were all born in the dark
though no one sees my soul slipping
as they go they leave a mark
and when I'm alone, i start my blood to dripping

pandora's box holds everything i need
she holds all my evil inside for me – my cage
cloth and pins and alcohol and blades to hide the evil seeds
blood is sweeter, thicker, and prettier than tears – and rage

don't commit homicide – but do clean your blades
slice away the urge to spill life into death
the cold metal erases life's charades
it quiets the pain still clawing inside my flesh

only the sweet agony of shredding my soul
will keep the pain chained and locked away
i long to see meat and bone, but strive for self control
blood and tears make beautiful love don't they?

most people work through their love just to end it in hate
i work through anger to get to pleasure and ill thrills
nobody understands what damage they create
and nobody ever remembers the ghost in the room on pills