The Ghost

Those who seek solace in the now instead of lying peacefully in the past

Seeking the demons that corrupted the innocence of love and lust

A kiss to die for and a body to bury deep within the confines of darkness

Bringers of death and an eternal lasting slumber, swallowing security

Needing nothing but to breathe, wrapping up in slender coils of deceit

Warmth seeping from the veins, heart beat slowing to an unnatural pace

Flesh being consumed by the Plagues of Ancient kings, slowly

The memories a breeding ground for maggots, kin to the Prince of Darkness

Perilous steps, teetering on the edge of freedom, watching the life escape

A pool of mirrored water reflects the true nature of the beast

Blazing fires change the eyes view of the far off horizon, fading

Justice no longer required for the brief survival of humanity

Swirling into realms of uncertainty, slay the beast is the shout

Hunger filling the bloodless body, stars and stripes nothing but ashes

Poverty strikes the richest of men, and the meek inherit the throne

Broken and weak, the ghosts hunt the dreams of the damned

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