Mirage

Is this the ghost within Poking through my skin Crashing through a mask or two Rapping as I cringe Is this the part that dreams Is this the part that sings Or the sharp tooth on a devil's wing Searching for a scream Is this the task at hand The host that makes demands Or some vagrant in a mirror world Too worn out to stand I thought I was alone With this wind that bites my bones My higher self, a drunken elf Too spaced out to phone Is this my shadow on the run Some hope without a home Is this the love I dared to shun Or the god that I disowned Written by © Raven Drake