A GHOST...

A ghost walking on somebody else's dream,
drifting away hoping the dawn won't come
to vanish me off with the awakening of conscience
an untrue quake of disturbing reason ceasing
I don't belong in the land of sweetness
Just drift away thorugh foreign dreamlands
And with the sun my ethereal flesh will dim
Particles of shining black imploding to your eyes
Nothing left to be felt or seen or told...