But aren’t we all just passing ghosts on earth,
Wearing light to cloak our deeper dirt?
Laughter stitched in porcelain grace,
While silent storms stir behind the face.
We move like echoes through the air,
Threading flaws with strands of prayer.
Adorning our chaos in silken disguise,
Chasing reflections in borrowed skies.
Different hearts, the same old flame,
Whispered truths in a thousand names.
Waging wars with mirrored pain,
All for a crown of fleeting fame.
Aren’t we all shadows veiled in light,
Dancing soft beneath the moon’s white sight?
Carving sanctuaries in slivers of space,
Filling the void with sugar and grace.
Aren’t we all half-masked divine,
Drinking light like sacred wine?
Building temples in our chest,
Filling them with myth and rest.
He is Capricorn — horned and wise,
You are Pisces — born of tides.
Mine is Libra — veiled in air,
Hers an Aries — burning prayer.
And don’t we all wear mirrored skin,
Speak of virtue while sin sits within?
Preach with silver, act with rust,
Holy words, but hearts of dust.
Hypocrites - creatures cloaked in light...
Aren’t we all two-faced... Like Gemini?