Melt Banana

Maybe just a dead sign
speaking to my eyes shaking I can think of
A piece of broken fifth hand
reaching to my head falling I can think of
Closing my eyes tight.
I can hear the sounds of my fellows
They are sounding so cold...
"Maybe just a Ghost"
you say and forget about it
I stopped talking
Then a piece of cracked tooth
talking to my nail stinging
I can snatch out
Cold, lost parts,
they are stinging me so cold
I know where they live in the past
Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down!
Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down!
Don't take it, get it back
I tried to kill the dead ghost - shoot!
But I got a miss shot
Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down!
Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down!
Don't take it, Get it back
I tried to shoot them down
They stay in my foot steps...
Maybe just a red dot
attacking to my toe tender I can think of
Some forgotten small seeds
singing to my ear, scratchy