i lost you
the one i love the most
i'm scared of you
scared of your ghost
you're killing me
stuck in my head
haunting me
though you're not even dead
you're stuck there
floating in my mind
hurting me
every second, all the time
you're gone
but you're still here
taunting me
filling me with fear

once again, i’m haunted by the littlest thoughts of failure. sometimes, i think that the universe had plans for me to be painfully alone. alone in every aspect of my god forsaken life. the life i didn’t choose to be alive in. the life where i’m filled with people at every corner but i’m just stuck ー and everyone else is moving. kinda like a still film.

once again, i’m haunted by the thoughts of living; painfully living to be exact. with no passion and no optimism, i’m surviving. but for who?

haunted in every brim of my life, taunted by the failures i failed to achieve as a living corpse.
haunted in every corner of my zero societal achievements.

haunted, my life begins and ends.

Hunters come back to haunt
who doesn't exist,
his ghost is still penetrating
through her shallow mind,
for a thousand years of playing knives,
she left there, undesired.

She thought "that would be enough"
it would be his revenge or punishment,
her vial was empty but he was a bloodlust,
words could cut and anguish could be unbearable,  but tears will run dry.

The days turn into dust;
those memories she recollect
if he is seem to love again
maybe, she will find her faith
and her place.

She lost in darkness with broken dreams
she knew, it will only leads her to death;
Why do people keep coming back
on those things they left behind?

There are mausoleums of empty space and stark,
White bones with shallow pools of water
Shifting over stone floors

The echo of footfalls send ripples down the hall,
The crawling, creeping feeling which up my spine follows,
To ask the final question,
Who calls upon the dead?

With me, I have ghosts;
With them, I'm not left alone.
They live between these walls,
I'm afraid to feel at home.

They come near me, I feel them,
But they follow me through the door.
When I close my eyes, I see them;
When I want it stopped, there's more.

They come to say it all;
How they're not there, they're gone;
Only the unsaid, left to crawl,
Only there until the show of dawn.

I have these ghosts because I need them,
The void's too deep for swimming.
At least this way I lead them,
They go where I go; leave while I'm dreaming.

My ghost used to be real;
With flesh and blood under raw skin.
They remain lively still,
the warmest eyes, the coldest grin.

At times a fire burns in my eyes,
The room fills up with smoke from the flame,
Inhale - I'm free; Exhale - I realize;
I can breathe without saving air for them.

All the space is as much as I give,
They have power as long as I shrink,
The air I hold, they receive;
When I detach myself, they link.

Ghost are real - if you let them be.

Your smile has faded away.
Your warm back has become cold.
The shadow that was beside me has disappeared.

Oh, how I miss you.

Until the days burned my soul by
the absence of you in my life.

I'm haunted by your silence answer
and the distance you kept from me.

Even when our eyes met in the crowded room,
it was just a cold stare from a stranger.
No expression, no meaning at all.

How did we become this way?

Ego was stripped from skin
in layers until the trail of tears
was no longer visible to the blind
eye

Monks chant in the distance
as souls dance to the melancholy;
strength of the limb is tested
...wearing Sunday's best

Frayed rope is placed on ivory
rough against the delicate truth
only to be choked before it could be heard

Lover be ******; pained eyes meet
the noose being tightened by hands
that once cupped the breast of the Mother
...betrayal found in man's milk

Foundation is kicked away in one swift
motion; crushing the pathway of life
swaying with eyes wide open

Ego killed the delicate that day
a day of broken promises; dreams
forever became a lie, the lie truth

Delicate is still here in the shadows
swaying between trees in an eternal
dance in Sunday's dress
...waiting for the neck to fully break

Haunting Ego's chance~

Summer
made it easier to cope
it was warm
the sun was out- so we were until we’d collapse like tired children after a long day of playing
it was the best time for distractions

But in the Fall
i fall
ill from the hauntingly beautiful memories of Fall’s past
when we first fell
in love
as the leaves grew gold
our relationship grew strong
as the air turned cold
in our apartments we’d belong
unable to spend a second apart
my eyes locked with yours
from morning ’til dark

Now, look where we are
each of our memories forcedly releases
Oh my darling,
how in the hell did we fall to pieces