Saintseneca
Visions
Had I in my right mind left alone visage devoid of flesh and bone? When I wasn’t 16 I used to see strange thingssome vaguely resembling ghosts or spectral hostsI was always fond of the notion I was drenched in some spirit oceanAnd all my visions merely the symptom of eyes open so wideThat I could peer into the other sideYou’re the freckles all along the hairlineRevelations from feeble spirt half-lifes You’re the ghost that I was born to knowYou’re the throat from which the echo’s thrown One day without warning the spirits stopped their warringThe devil ceased imploring I said banished from my bedOr had I hallucinated?
From Letras Mania