I Can See Ghosts in My Left Eye

The pendulum moves backwards, a hand is hidden in the window, What I saw with my left eye was not a human willow. The street lights gnaw away the shadows, the benches chew the wind, Blood seeped through the cracks in the building, writing "It's time for you to come in." The elevators were on different floors, and there were cries from behind the door. The poster's smile was deformed, and the corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears. The moon hangs upside down, like a rotten silver coin, Who tapped you on the shoulder? Looking back is hollow clothes.