The Figures

What was that?
Did you catch it?
Out of the corner of my eye
Made me move
Made me skittish
Though I do not question why
All those nights
Seeing ghosts
They reappear
Pale hosts
Of my moonscape
Curtains sway
Thought I saw them
again today
It is quiet
In this place
I'm on edge
Feel displaced
I don't belong here
They tell me
And I believe them
What do you see?
Tell the others?
What do you say?
The white movement
That you don't
Really see
What would they think
Of me?

Could be my mind
Playing tricks
As always
Getting it's kicks
I know I saw them
I won't believe
They're real
They're not who
I want them to be...

Outside the window
They go by
Pale white figure
In a darkened sky
Where are they going?
Can anyone see?
Do they know
What they're doing to me?
I turn away
I close my eyes
In that moment
I hear cries
I will not listen
They are not real
I won't believe
What I can't feel...

Don't take away
The only thing I have left
Haunt me tomorrow
When I loose my breath.