How I struggle to
Lay to rest
These thoughts
Of you
In deep graves
And end the mourning
But they always
Come out of the ground.
With pale hands,
Death reaches out to me
And it attempts
To pull me under
When all I want is
For you
To stay dead
And buried.
Your ghost is
Haunting me
As I try frantically
To get over you.
Your ghost is appearing
In my dreams,
Chasing me,
Trying to get a hold
Of me.
I try to outrun you
But your ghost
Always seems
To catch up
With me,
When all I want is
To erase your memory.
Demons disguised as
Angels try to
Convince me that I can
Have you back
If I just ask,
That I lost
The best thing
I’ve ever had.
Yet as their masks
Are removed, the truth
Is revealed that
I never had you
To begin with
And that I’m
Better off
Without you.