Phantom Song
In the cool glow of summer nights
When the midnight curtains swim
I silently bath in soft blue light
Always trying to avoid the grim
But your shadow is eternally here
Forever perched upon my mantle
It’s the dark raven on my bedpost
The slow rolling drip of my candle
For the better part of fifteen years
I hopelessly grip my hamster’s cage
Trying to mimic a life without you
Forgetting where I spent my rage
Yet still I feel your hands on mine
A touch that smothers like a glove
We were too full of hellfire then
To ever name our kinship “love”
We did dance but it was rushed
Our lost youth in a frantic mosh
We shouted out to spite The Man
Never realizing what it would cost
The one last gift I wish for you
A phantom song beyond the grave
May you carry that teenage swagger
Down those streets of golden pave