To Strangle A Ghost

Foscor

The disease of who can never get, the reason and grasp
Extended limbs and silent scenes,
Touch of shoulder, your innocence lost
Treambling cold hands

Reclaim a further fate
Oh ghost, set your destination frame

Bless, the foul aim
Break, and sear then the unconscious pain

Reclaim a further fate
Oh ghost, let abide the rules of worldly mire

Pray, one word i can’t explain
Control again away

Living on shallow soils, the smoke flows high
A ghostly wire calls, dreaming…

This is your dose of nicotine
A simple act that makes you feel strangle ghosts

Dreaming all controlled
Despite of fears, despite not being poised
Living wrapped in remorse
Those childish eyes can’t even hide the flop