Am I the only one who feels your presence?

you thicken the air with unspoken secrets,

you’re the battle raging inside me;

my inner demons.

You pass the time by keeping me on your mind,

and on your leash,

and in your prison,

but its all invisible.

Your matter lasting shorter than a cigarette,

but you linger.

In my clothes; heavy smoke.

In the abandoned house

that left me in shambles,

in the memories stained on the walls,

housed in forever.

And I wander,

and you roam.

You're the ghost

with no home,

and I’m the body

with no where to go

but there is no difference.

So scream at me through your subliminal words,

see me through pictures,

visit me in day dreams and blurs.

We’ll play this game your way,

the silence between us is killing me but its what you deserve.

So we'll vibrate thought transference at different dimensions,

send me your hologram and I'll trip through your dreams inverse.