Please Don’t Lose It

If ghosts are real, what have we done? The skeleton inside of me, taste like blood The shadows are speaking to me, like stones in my pockets Told you about my birthday, but you forgot about it In a city of angels, I smell the bonfire smoke Creatures in the woods, wear a dark green cloak Sliced like crops in a field, with a scythe More sour than, my lemon juice lies This distorted love, is a lie in the dark My midnight conversations, are like Medusas touch Every piece of my soul, is against my better judgment If I give you my heart, please don’t lose it