Spectral Ghosts

Spectral ghosts haunt my waking hours – the gravitational pull of death beckons in my sleep – I have seen my death – my inconsequential passing – but who cares I am alive to sin today – a new ghost joins the legions – haunting my soul but not my heart because I have broken it to many times to be haunted – I want to tear myself from this sad body rip skin from bone – maybe it will delete the hollowness permeating me – it is a hopeless hope made by a mind that never possessed sanity – life fills my lungs its oily sickening taste my last memory as breath leaves and I die – yet again.

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