The Ghost Of No One

The good is yet to come

Is what I'm hanging from

With frozen fingers

And one parched eye on

The match box jam below

Still there's something ghatsly

On the tiles above me

A persuasion to give in

You can't caress me

You cannot catch me

The catch is two by two

Don't fear the ghost of no one

Down here it's always you and me

Safe grounds you can rely on

Safe hands to guide you when we flee

In the cold intangible

My breath is visible

Like silver flakes of snow

I'll gaze at glaciers

Through icy crystals

From this side of the glass

Outside the ghost of no one

Wuts for the cracks to let her in

Safe walls you can rely on

I would never let her grace you skin.