I've cemented you inside the ground
You are a cold grey box, earth eaten.
I can make you dead with forgetting
Dead to my waking dreams, my specters
Always hanging round the outskirts of my eyes
Red tinged, half-transparent
Half-truths
And representations of my living
I can make you dead that way
I can make you freeze
Then should I see you in the street
You're just a ghost of a man walking at me
Ghost of a man talking at me
And passing through the trick of streetlight
In the blue
Passing through me
You died when I stopped knowing you
I need only forget to take a life
And i've died before
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