Murder Of The Mind Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of reget.
Just burn it, burn everything.
Lit the torch, watch the flame.
Till there is nothing left, not a single name.
Writing away all the pain.
Riding this empty train.
To lands unknown, to lands unshown.
To a place where no map knows
Come and find me, Come and find me.
But never to save me.
Death has no hold.
Not with something so bitter sweet.
A grave stone in which I'm etching somebody else's name.
Never was I, and as the words slip away...
Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of regret.
Call it a crime, and dive right the into grime.
Losing all thought of time.
For the clock was always met to unwind.
A thread so find.
One slight tug, and it comes apart.
The souless walk in the dark.
Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of regret.
I can still hear the tune.
Somethings aren't so easily removed.
Another sculpture that needs to be smoothed, soothed.
I can still hear that tune...
Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of regret.
Flaming flying insects.
Awakening the dead.
The starving child still waiting to be fed.
Stories of usurpers with way too much blood and gore, and always asking for more.
Never to be satisfied.
Only to be crucified.
Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of regret.
Dried, hung out, and fit for a noose.
Pulling levers for the sake humanity, so you say.
But who will be left when you go away
Who will defend the well honored or honorless princess.
Empty words are so worthless on the front-lines.
Do preach to the quire, because we too can sing, but it doesn't change a damn thing.
Can you taste it?
Can you taste it yet?
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of regret.
And just maybe you haven't heard him just yet, just yet..
Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of reget.
In the shadows of reget..
Only regret...