city of ghosts

[hold me
at
seven steps]

i hear
whispers

heavy with
age

and
i hear them
hold you down
like chains

[hold me
at
seven steps]

there are
secrets here

swaying in the
sea

the shackles
you wear
like
jewelry

[hold me
at
seven steps]

in this city
this city of ghosts

the past
never pass

and the people
never let go

and
amongst the
liquor-breath
lies

the shuffles
under
bottle-capped
skies

you hear
apologies
for things yet done

and cry
for things
that have yet come

[hold me
at
heaven's steps]

in this city
this city of ghosts

the truth will set you free

[if you only knew
what you do not know]

[you would also choose
slavery]