MY STAINED WINDOW

Dear Erika,

These thorn's of Christmas have become a familiar needle to hurt me once again.
Familiar stains on my lonely pain and I can't make it disappear.
This window tear's with every breath I place to write out your name for my repair.
Something I've been so afraid of as I sail in this refrain...
Embracing you and your needle it really hurts to let you down.
My sweetest friend I feel the tear upon my wires of broken bones I can't repair.
What have I become my dearest friend?

I remember what I saw beneath your heroes costume that you left to me.
Promises that parts of you would always be in here after everything in life has gone away.
Memories to make me miss you even when you're here.
To bleed beneath you behind this window I stare as your reflection becomes my empire of gold.
A focus on the only stain that's made to keep what's left of me that's real.
What have I become my dearest friend?

I live to find a way to make you whole from millions of miles away.
Where I'll always remember why you're everything to me.
You walked a crown of broken thoughts to leave me a familiar lovely stain.
Now stains from thorns I live to hurt for and repair.
I don't know if I still feel because your the only thing that's real.
But I remember that your everything to me my sweetest friend.
The only thing that has a chance to truly help make love real.
What have I become my dearest friend?

Always,
     Ghost6

Inspired By: Everything Trying by Damien Jurado & Hurt by Johnny Cash

Merry Christmas Erika,

              Another one without you. I hope your happy with so much gift's this Christmas.
I wish I was there. I know I didn't do anything wrong. So many people were fighting to
\make us sacrificial. Sorry I couldn't give you a real gift. Maybe when I'm out you'd let
me make it up to you. Give you so much back, I'll live and cure based on what makes
you happy. I'll get strong the way it makes you smile. Live the way that makes you proud.
I'll work hard. I know I don't look like much now, but when they're out no one can just
hurt my insides for fun anymore. I'm hard to put down, I'll fight to make us happy
everyday. I hope we can run away together when this is over. I wish you a Great
Christmas full of gifts. Full of love with people around you. Wish you the best.
                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                              Always,
                                                                                                                Cyrus V.

Sahara

Dear Miss Sweetest Erika.
Dear Miss Missing Spanish Beat.
Dear Miss Horror of My Desert’s Bleeding Ways.
My endless deep blue skies with orange sinking sands.
The Remix dusty steps to my recovering thirsty bones.
Miss Missing Vitamin E my Miss Vanishing 5^th Element.
My lilac lantern burning in the dunes of this exiled sandy sea.

You sex and surface to surf in my mentality.
Inhaler, my sickness, my sinner, my Miss Immortal Mermaid of my imaginary sea.
You’ve a timeless lure of shaking hips to the tune of these sandy memories.
An endless shake of your illusion a waving shape within a make believed man.

Dear Miss Comfort, Miss Sparks of Constellations, Miss Misbehaved Behaviors.
Miss Golden Eyes you cry with orange tears that hid the cities cries.
Long dropping moon of moody make believes you’ve made the screams around me lipless.
Dear Miss Crown of Shocking Sound’s Miss Walking Bell that shakes to warn when rose’s petals fall.
Dear Miss Hidden Pyramid you matter, Miss Anti-dehydration you bring life to these orange desert sands.
Miss Treasure I know your hidden somewhere between the Heavens and those Shinny Stars.

Dear Miss Loving Gun my ammo with a sexy Spanish beat you sound like no other lovers gun.
Dear Miss Hope’s and Dreams my sweetest sin for immortality you made me live and learn.
I think of you Miss Sounds of War, in romantic round's your camp is where I chill.
Dear Miss Beautiful Glittering Shore you’re really loved… Every sex is a release under your Olympic glow.

Dear Miss Stolen System of The Beauty in The Beast you’re the heart to my humanity.
Miss Forever Real, Miss Master to my lust your my one and only excitement inside of the Moulin Rouge.
Here you echo Miss Swimmer with an ache short of breath together with my melting glaciers.
Miss Flashback don’t forget me, Miss total sum of my Existence your the sweetest thing in the Mexican Sahara.



Inspired By: Foals - Spanish Sahara (Talul Remix)

IN THIS EMPTY BODY

Destiny fades in the bodies written to stitch my skin all alone in this empty room.

With every step for step I became the drifter forming in the clouds collapsing to stop you from loving me.

Mimicked moments of every given hydration is a cyclone cloning the kisses that never came.

Every broken breath I couldn't feel became a torment stitched to uncover you as I feel for my medicine past the machineries in your soft skin.

Touch by touch I became a man through the pieces that let me love you...

Step by step until your flowers opened to leave me in your garden of roses...

I meander to feel whole again in this world of pieces piece by piece again and again waiting to be put back together again.

Unconscious and uncovered until you return to hand me all of my broken pieces.

Be the reflection for humanity in my pieces left in the open to step on.

Ask me if I'm ok and I'll tell you just how much I need you.

Don't leave me grounded to levitate unweaving me stitch by stitch.

Don't tear this heart broken clutch that fuels my senses to hear my pieces fall.

Shard by shard in your hands that's scar'd with open wounds left open for me to taste your blood to rise us tear by tear.

Destination destiny unstitched and torn now just to let me into your skin to feel my medicine.

I'll give you to hear that you'd never leave me for only your touch can make me whole again...

My human hero holding on to us with the strings that binds us stitch by stitch.

Recessitate my lungs into your wild open scars where the clutches of your fingers are slowly letting go piece by piece.

Please don't let me go piece by piece.

I'm so afraid of falling apart piece by piece in these creation's made for the freedom of your entrapment.

I'll believe in your heart that will never let me go again.

Believe that you'll cut with the pieces made to keep us here together stitch by stitch.

Ghost 6 to Red Rosé

PAIN 1

The vitamins are drained to empty my skinned winters.

Till the moon drops below the reach of zero in your empty eyes.

Each element of my omega will become the sage of every frozen saga.

Emotional lighters lit the fuse igniting for what's missing in the frictions of our firestorms.

The alignments of all our violent souls that came clashing for a wicked step.

Its our tripling fall as we trip from each stolen grace.

Nothing left but swollen creeds sliding on a rocky lullaby.

Leaving us with the corner stones of our hard burned skins carved with the intials of our enemy.

We want to live like Kings in command of our own hate.

Live in command of our Kings in command of yours.

Sing and dance under command of our own naked Queens.

To Beat the commandments to fight for our dreams as Kings.

We are hypnotic in our visions of each others ghost that haunt these versing thrones. 

Pound by pound in thick golden bars we sound off for the falling decay of greed.

The days are heavier in these empty commands now that I'm home and I look for her farther away. I'm number than I use to be when I look at every strangulation of veins bleed my missing heart for her. A hate is quite the reconciled mask that I find but can't wear as well with this submission. I'm hoping I can fix my focus again. This is part one of a recovery I can't afford to loose. I'm going to find her again. I miss you so much Erika. I'm going to work on making this better again. Please wait ok. I don't know if I can ever talk or think peacefully. But for you sake and my family I will. Good night.

Ghost 6 out...