Phantom's Dance

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Reality screams a million,
And if I've cried a thousand tears,
I'll probably cry a billion.

The sweet caress of ghostly thoughts,
Dance through poisoned minds,
Drifting back into the past,
As time slowly rewinds.

Soft melodies now fill the air,
Your heart begins to dance,
Upon the memories of your life,
Lost to luck and chance.

All you touched but did not want,
All you had but killed,
All you tore down brick by brick,
And all that you did build.

In every crevasse of your head,
Life is surely hiding,
It is a dance you've come to loath, yet love,
It's so dividing.

Deep in death I've come to see,
It all meant so much more,
I took for granted everything,
I ever did adore.