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Its all escaping me

my grasp is as ghostly as a spectre

nothing is within reach 

The noisy dead 

craved the quiet living 

but I can't seem to get away

I'm stuck here listening to warnings 

plagued by spirits unknown 

exhumed feelings fill me 

These emotiohs are not my own

i, just once, would like to wallow

in my own misery

without a spiritual trump

ok, alright,

I'm lucky I'm not dead 

but can't I be the unluckiest one 

Instead? 

pain is pain 

its all the same 

I want the quiet  spaces in my mind

to be just mine... 

no entities lurking in the corners

No presence of mind other than mine...

those quiet moments are rare

and how I treasure them so! 

think yourself lucky

that where ever you go

there's no ex-people nagging you

to go where they want to go!

and often the nagging is so beyond reason 

I've been to houses

I don't know to give a message of teasing!

slammed doors in my face

and call backs as i enter my car

the shock fades

and they know who it once were

That Needed to say then everything 

most times becomes ok 

Rather than being stunned

and think im a mental...

the stories I could tell

with my adventures from hell,

but they only served

to keep me alive and wEll.

life is For the living

so don't forget before your gone

to be the kind ,happy, giving adventurous one,

because apparently purgatory is as boring as shit

and most apparitions can't wait to get out if it! 

Word!