ghostie

a ghost silently mourning 
he whispers of his longing
to feel of self again
his sigh and ears they're gaping
as hollow as his body
extinct, yet trapped within.

his catatonic vespers
distill malefic memoirs 
head, suppressed, he drifts
but if he shreds each passing moment
and spits them from his eyelids
how could he exist. 

ooooooo

but if he falls
his body's wrong
heaps and gashes
stall 

nameless wonders
nights uphold him 
the stars dissolve 
his song

ooooooo 

a vessel's knock of empty
refracts without an ending
he heeds its shards of song
discordant shrieks of memories 
they greet him upon entry
afraid, he wants them gone.

oooooooo 

his body's wrong 
fears shattered song
he kills them one by one. 

love and hate
desaturate
they're fleeting by the dawn.

woah.

how could he exist.