GHOST SHOW

A faceless ghoul at midnight drags me to my grave,
I scream but it is hopeless, there is nothing left to save.
The ghost show in this little town is only just now closing,
& in some forgotten forest are their bodies decomposing.
In the squishy chambers of my heart you stake your claim,
But it's me outside the drive-in who is shouldering the blame.
Now the runway music plays at the latest fashion show.
& the counter-culture revels in delight,
The glitterbugs are dancing, me & you are still romancing,
While the rebels pose like shadows in the night.
I'll always remember how you twitched like a tick,
& the tock of the clock made my poor body sick.
So now my hidden shame is displayed for all to see,
We're one in the same, we are bookends you & me.
& the tombstones in the starlight that poke up through the snow,
Beckon you like church bells 'cause now it's time to go.