ghost ship from albion moonlight by albion moonlight

what i lack for comfort
i make up in graves
digging up inspiration
from the dirt where i lay

the ghosts of my brothers
their self destructive ways
echo lonely stories sordid
soaked in sweat and shame

but i'm ok

my jaw clenched tighter
than a tripped bear trap
you reach across to touch me
my instinct to pull back

the ghosts of my sisters
who's voices softly paint
the pinkish hues at sunset
that make each breath
ache

but i'm ok

i want to be inscrutable
sometime i want to think
i don't want to leave my body
just turn the world down and sink

solitude inside a crowded city
a crowded home
sometimes i just don't want to
feel so all alone

but i'm ok

• Folk
• dust
• experimental
• gauze
• queer
• San Francisco