matthew 5:30

there are ghosts in our eyes
they’re our own to despise
their whispers are our cries

we two lonely as one
burn inside a black sun
it’s the end we’ve begun

and we swim in great seas
leaving what we could seize
coughing quiet disease

and she sees who we are
through her lens from afar
normal turns to bizarre

here we’re going away
hearing voices that say
you’re so brave to betray