Ineffectually embarrassed
by the weight of my pain
Submerged in icy waters breaching
the surface of every Ghost siege
Bordering a Mecca of Veiled Lies
with your words I collide
transient success lost in succession
I fight for clear mind in possession
of The Wrath Raining cathartic
blindsided down upon my mentality
poisoning The Well, Paranoid —
to see not be Me in a Dream.
I inhale ghostly, methodical, breathe…
Speeding further, hurting worse
foreign consciousness collides my
I want to not want to Die.
