LYRIC FOR SALE

By Emma C

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018