Anachronism

Your ghosts are real i feel them in my lungs

Breath them in and out as I

Breath you in and out as I'm

Resting on your bones bowing to your throne

I wanna see what you see in

The comfort of your skull

I'm rising and I'm falling and

I'm losing all control never feel again

Never see your faults

I'm weaker than you know fading just below

Screaming out with concrete sounds

I'm losing all control

And I could be the fire

Inside of your collapsing home

I could be the storm that

Tears down everything you hold

I remember when

You were just a breeze upon my face

All of my regrets had gone away

It was nothing more, nothing more than you