Relentless ghost, come haunt me.
Rip the ragged edges of my day.
Circumscribe my dreams at night.
I am invaded by your screaming face,
violated in my tortured mind.
You grasp at me with coffin claws
and stab me with your evil thoughts.
You follow in my trembling footsteps
and leave my nerves stripped raw.
This life and soul I will not give to you.
My life, my face, my dreams.
You take my breath away from me,
and suffocate my spirit.
Nothing now can be redeemed.
Without release I am not free.
When I sleep, or when I wake.
These phantoms that disturb me,
this sanity that quakes.
I am paralysed, open-eyed,
by the ghosts within my head.
Slowly falling to pieces.
In this land of ghastly portent,
with the heartbeat of the dead.
To catch the spectral eyes, to lose myself.
To writhe in realms of grim reality.
Every dream is a living hell
that occludes my cold mentality.
I am lost, and cursed, and haunted,
disturbed by phantasmal indiscretion.
But I will never sell myself to the devil.
Nine-tenths of the law clearly relates,
to the rights of soul possession.
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