28 Jul 2019

Ghost

The past intoxicates my sanity,
It bathes in dirty blood my senses.
Future seems to have no utility,
Because the only poison it despenses
Is my single chance of normality.

Though I leave myself in darkness,
Hoping for a dim of light
To clear up my world of mess
And cast away the night…
Nothing comes in nothingness.

My soul is trapped in pain…
Trying to escape the agony,
It cuts off my surviving vein,
Leaving me without any mercy
To struggle for my life in vain.

Everyday crying for the things I lost,
My tears become death fairies.
But I’ll be in the end my own ghost,
Haunting forever the memories
My tombstone loves and hates the most.