It’s happening again.
Back to that day.
Cruel black dragon
Of despair and Cray.
Alone and broken
Heart Shattered
Soul taken
Nothing mattered.
Oh, word I dread!
Have I become this once more?
Savior had cut me red;
Filled with gore.
Dead inside.
Memories come to haunt.
Nowhere left to hide.
All left to taunt.
Where did he go?
Why did he leave?
Nothing to tow.
I can only heave.
He was the only one
That could see,
What everyone else wrung,
The real me.
I am a Ghost
Once more
The up most
What he could wore.
My medium
Has left
My continuum
And theft.
I need him
Hated he may be.
Chance meeting grim
Yet it is only he.
Until then I’ll wait
For his heart’s rhyme.
Love locked in a crate.
I am a Ghost for the 2nd time.
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