Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain :: Spooky October

blanket of ghosts

The spirit is willing,
but the flesh is so weak.
I wanna kiss her lips,
but I kissed her cheek.
Just hear my request,
give this one on fair way,
please take me home before it’s too late.

Bury my deep,
cover me with snow,
wrap me in sleep,
blanket of ghosts.

There are all kinds of ghosts in this world, all kinds of things that haunt us, and follow after. sometimes they aren’t of the spirit variety, though. Sometimes they come in the form of the things we wished we’d said, in the memories of the people we let slip away, in the kisses that we wish we had given, and the places we regret never going to.

On those kind of particularly cold nights, you know the ones that chill you in ways that are not weather related, it is then that these ghosts they dance around us, taunt and tease us, wrap us up in a blanket of ghosts that feels something akin to longing and a singsong of  I wish.

“The spirit is willing,
but the flesh is so weak.
I wanna kiss her lips,
but I kissed her cheek.
Just hear my request,
give this one on fair way,
please take me home before it’s too late
Bury me deep,
cover me with snow,
wrap me in sleep,
blanket of ghosts.”

Blanket of Ghosts :: Dustin Kensrue

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