Quite a Knack

i remember you fondly as the one who put me in my place, took the time, decorated my face- spit & shine. father lord god almighty, coming in my dreams, ripped at the seams- you are my protector & my destroyer. i see you all the time, peering through glass & flesh, can't help but lose track, every attack, i had quite a knack. knocking is for real men, ghosts slide right through, ripping holes in the night, nothing better to do.