If your going to be a wraith that shadows my waking paranoia,
Mocking the euphoria of the reality set in my mind.
Take heed and remember this,
I will soon leave it all far, far behind.
One last time.
Lacking the patience to listen to your self-righteous sermons on self loathing
I gather my random thoughts,
Torching every delusional remnant that seemed familiarly you,
only to realize I had wrongly became my own seething hate.
Smokey embers twirl and twist into ghostly wisps as incantations echo in and out of my restless and infinite prophetic slumber
Seduction of my senses has left me to surrender to every unholy sensation, trudging slowly in a robotic and slow lumber.
Within a time that is slowly coming to an end,
I'm a victim of my own ignorance and now it will all stop before you even begin.
This selfish impatience was a sweet tantalizing sin.
I just can't let your ghost rest.
I will not let you go.
I can no longer remember,
Our life in color or the final epic score.
We are no longer among the others. We are no less.
We are no more.
We are just lumbering spirits pacing beyond reach of Heaven's door.
Just like we were before.