The Ghost In Me

You see right through me
Still I feel so alive
I see the trail of reflections
Flashing to the sky, terminal daylight.

I drift where life and death intertwine
The passing, the other side
Catched the fright-train of reflections
Of precious times, flash before my eyes.

Come the rain, wash away the pain...

Drown where the sun falls down
Fading dimensions, lightening textures of mind
Crown of the ghost walking ground
See-through layers of lies, buried deadweight inside.

Carved in my faceless self
The dead end memories
Drawn to the fright-train of reflections
The skin-line canvas molten away.

Reflect the shadow of the sun that never shows in me
Come the rain, master the pain.

Looking at me, there's non to see
The ghost in me willing to be real, in my skin
The broken dreams, catastrophes.