The sun rose & set 6 times
Before collapse put to rest
               This mess that is me
  Dreams plead in vein for my
Eyes to open cleansed & sane
                           Sweet screams
  Ghosts whisper Ill prophecies
Just beside and behind me
    My pale outer shell drifts
  Deeper into the darkness
                          That enslaves me
  A soul yearns to flee when it finds
Home has long since been traded
                             For a hole
  I feel your arm around me
And hear your prayers and loving word
  But I need a cure for apathy
or a break from this theater of the absurd
                             Come, be blessed
  Well,If He exists He doesn't talk to this fiend
God, has from me, long ago abscessed
                                Make way
   The only ghosts that haunt me
Are the shadows that lead me
                                          Astray.