fauxcroft

She was a ghost in the machine,

in the machine matrix worlds,

she wore he beauty like a curse

and tattered were her clothes,

she did not look for any love or kindness,

she never knew of peace,

her head was always filled with ruin,

she wore no shoes on her feet.

She fell through the the cracks of the universe,

she fell through the dimensions,

she drifted in and out of time and space,

she was a ghost in the machine,

and to many she was a dream,

in the different worlds that others

regarded as pure fantasy

and when I saw her, my heart yearned and ached,

I thought my soul would truly break,

I tried to reach her but she was spectral,

I wanted to hold her and heal all of her wounds,

she was a ghost in the machine,

a cosmic fantasy,

she was a ghost in the machine,

a vision haunting every dream,

and how I ached for her,

how my heart broke for her,

the ghost in the machine

but now just a sad and beautiful universal memory to me.