A Greenhouse Filled With Ghosts That Are Filled With Ghosts

They were haunting me And now they want to be Engraved In stone Somewhere But hardly will I share What they made me We aren't as open as they think We are closed books The writer waits for me Life is better when Those voices that you keep Sing in harmony Together, company And if you want to be like them Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath You whore, Georgia You were everything that I could eat But you never nourished me I ing starved I ing starved I crashed my car I ing starved You ing coward Now I weep For others will say the same of me