Phantoms

Fifteen crosses
along the shade
sleepless nights
began to fade
now we hear
the betrayed
running in circles
around the blade

Decaying life
the chosen five
to save the lost
failed mistakes
still pay a cost
painted fakes
turn and tossed
dwelling aches

lingering regret
wounding my soul
never forget
self control
surpressing sleep
defeating the purpose
filtering bliss
lost in an abyss

Phantoms lurking
throught the mist
this frigid realm
persist to exist