phrases and ideas for the next song, maybe…
it’s all bone quiet
in the marrow of this haunted house
I’m walking through the ghost of you
I walk through the ghost of myself
a score of people walk these halls, just two
in the quiet of bones
I feel the floor vibrate
through the soles of my feet
layers of steps woven into matted dust
muffled
the energy of dark matter, the space
where the thing
was