Ghost Poetry

my body burns out 
this city turns it's back on me 
let it rain on me 
defective copy of myself 
I wish I was someone else 
turn me into something else 
two ghosts trapped on an island 
circling this town in the sea 
like sharks around bait for years 
we're swimming but drifting away 
directionless but free 
though the storms of our guilt push us back 
onto the same shores once again 
there's no new shore 
no new land to adore 
we found us but found nothing 
we lost it we lost something 
we lost it we lost everything 
deep and dark waters 
pressure on me 
circling this town in the sea 
like sharbait's floating for years 
we're drowning and drowning and fading away 
the surface fades from green to grey 
holding on was easier than letting go 
the weight of the anchor pulled me under 
vicious teeth we're ripping pieces out of me 
parts of me that I had hidden oh so well 
my lungs burn out 
this ships turns away from me 
I need wounds stitched 
I need wounds ripped open again 
so I can bare this again 
my blood was [bad word] the water 
and the water my blood