Wraith

I dare to unearth your motives My best interest at heart I'll never know if it was too much But it was too late I fled the scene, your body Drawn in white silhouette Saving my eyes from your choices Clinical white box closing in Wraith Conflicting answers To questions I never asked Your final peace The salt that stole my drowning eyes Hoisted sails without a compass As the timbre of your voices Fades into whistling leaves Your wraith gently guides These broken hands