Your ghost surrounds me

Honey time, after time, and again

Taste the blood of what I did

Broken bones show me heaven or hell

His hand was once more reaching into the freezer and out came the blessed little baggie of frozen peas. And god only knows how many times in the past year it's been now. It wasn't like anyone complained on either side. Actually the little thing happened to be really enjoying the soft touch of that gentle, trembling hand and the owner of it seemed to enjoy the touch of cold to his busted ribs, sprained wrist, or anything really.

And how many stories the baggie could tell…

It has been living in that same freezer since the guy moved in and so far it hadn't acquired more friends than the gentle hands that it craved to touch it. The feeling of being touched and often being the only thing the man of sad, scared eyes could hold on to…

Time after time, and again, his hand reached in the cold compartment and gave the frozen peas bag a bit more to its existence, a little bit more to hold on to something…

And to the man to hold on to something as once more he got to taste his own blood..

Something to hold on….

I just can not breathe now

Your ghost surrounds me

Honey time, after time, and again