an ode to your ghosts

Forgive me my King
I must have stolen your crown
shackled you to the ground
and made you my jester

Left solitaire and cut
with your snapshot decisions
of haunted ghosts
and unpainted canvas

Humming 'Goodbye Pisces'
while that tattoo proves right
If only my clock had more hours
I would've fit into your world

Paint me a happy ending
oils in sugar cement
I'll be on my way now
dreaming of what could have been