How is it that this thing consumes my life?
this ghost
you are not here
nothing but an empty shell
pressing your hollow image into mine
i dream of your ghost
not capable of seeing a clear face
blurs of sleepless nights and tangled hair
drips of sweat and water
undeniably detached
a tongue out expression
the only indication of yourself
what does your ghost want
nothing but to touch skin after skin after skin
does my beige shade not meet your standards
what standards could a hollow man have
a ghost only wants to remain a ghost
sheltered from any type of feeling
always looking for new bodies to haunt
and i wonder what it is you're after.