Haunted

I’ve been screaming out my weighted words

into this endless waving crowd

just searching and searching

for your face

and singing your songs out loud.

Sacramental rites and spirits

crawling deeper inside my veins

don’t touch me with your music

and expect me to ever be the same.

Telltale prose and positioning,

my words like a freight train

tearing through

it’s the morning of the night again

and all I need is you.

I abandon all my devils now

in the divulgence of your grace

never will I be the same

but always haunted by your face.