Ghosts
I see them
On the streets.
Grey ghosts
lost...
in the shadows of life.
Breathing but not living.
These spectral corpses
move and merge
with
the grey of the road,
the grey of the walls,
the grey of concrete
glass and steel.
Crushers of souls.
These hollow-eyed,
grey shadows
disappear into the stony
wastes of life:
Where no colour lives.
Grey
Ghosts
I see them
On the streets.
Grey ghosts
lost...
in the shadows of life.
Breathing but not living.
These spectral corpses
move and merge
with
the grey of the road,
the grey of the walls,
the grey of concrete
glass and steel.
Crushers of souls.
These hollow-eyed,
grey shadows
disappear into the stony
wastes of life:
Where no colour lives.