The words will someday bury me, eternally, eventually
a specter that none can venture, or see
and yet, will always be
My ghost now in periphery, essentially, unequivocally
just some paranoid activity
spirits wild, and free
A presence, apparition, without material definition
no clarity from any position
a deteriorated condition
The doctor, from his elevated premonition
pumping me full, and mentally dull
with no chance in hell
of any recognition