Acretongue - Voyeur

Concealed within the dark,
A ghost that's not a part
Detached behind those eyes,
Awaiting promised lies

The dance; a spiral move
Such pointless points to prove
A turn that comes to pass,
The ghost dissolves to glass

An essence deemed as wrong,
Conform just to belong
Mismatch those glassy eyes,
A drug for broken minds

Unnatural and so strange
A nature that won't change
With all that comes to pass,
This ghost remains in glass

These black mirrors,
Reflect what I see
A clear picture,
Of things I don't need

A shy distance,
The safety between
Reject whispers,
From ghosts that deceive

False lips that start to bleed
Half-truths play hide and seek
These words collect in mass,
To fall and shatter glass.