Morpheus Domino
I used to say that I wasn't afraid of ghosts
but last night I heard one whispering through the radio.
A voice calling from beyond the crackle and the snow.
The haunting presence, once again, of Domino.
I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's been there:
lipstick on my cigarettes, a gentle scent of musk in the
air,
a faint tap of high heels that seems to come from nowhere
and shadows in the corner of my eye when I turn my head.
A rustle of cloth, and laughter behind me.
The moon as a smile hanging high, dimly shining.
A photograph on the wall, as some dreary kind of warning.
A knock on the door, and there's no one there standing.
I used to say that I wasn't afraid of ghosts
but tonight in this room I'm certain that I'm not alone
and I swear to god i've heard her steps across the floor.
She's coming to claim what's hers once more.