BREATHING IN THE GHOSTS

ive forgotten how to die
each night i watch you as you lie
breathing in all my doubt 
shouting out all my prayers
reaching through the demon dark
i never feel your beating heart

wild days behind 
riding so slow
crippled bones playing guitar
throwing words ,like skimming stone
wrapped inside the empty soul

ive forgotten how to die
so you left in the creaking door
holy church in the eye

ive forgotten what it is to die