Voices of Ghosts

Waiting for a brush stroke from heaven

Fell asleep sometime around eleven

Saw my first UFO at age seven

Never seem to learn my lessons,

There’s a monolith on a moon called Phobos

I’m feeling a bit morose

The last asteroid came way too close

Far too common fentanyl overdoses,

What good is stealth capability?

If you’re going to wipe out humanity

We’re at the mercy of our leader’s vanity

We’re in a shortage of sanity,

Don’t know if I want to continue to fight

But I’m still here at dawn’s early light

I can still hear the voices of ghosts in the night

Haunted by memories hidden out of sight,

I can still imagine you there

With all your bi-polar insults without a care

There still is hope if you dare

Some solace from the eternal nightmare,

Just one more soul for the furnace of oblivion

But for the corpse of a valiant Centurion

All my friends turned out to be reptilian

And here I thought I was one in a million,

I’ve become a fugitive from society

Alienated by hypocritical piety

Too many succumbing to anxiety

Too many fools seeking notoriety,