Depression can lead
and most will follow
into the arms of a ghost.
a replacement for love,
not regained or revived
just  a shadow subsiding
but the ghost knows
to trap their breathers
from exiting the body
they  must wrap themselves
tightly
around wounds and scars
to make us feel
safe
secure
close
to their needs, their desires
their sinking shadows
never revealing their
intentions laid
hollow under bed sheets,
whiskey breath
from a shadow to a ghost
trying our hardest to cling
to anything real without feeling
like a parasite without a host,
we are just masquerades
people
haunting other lover’s
Ghosts.