• "A Ghost No More"

    i fear to look inside of me and see the thing that's become of me;

    black and roiling, oozing rage and deadly things, diseasing my heart;

    i thought i hid it well, encased it in steel words of pretty lyric and rhyme;

    i'm lying to me again you see to keep the demon at bay, but free;

    it bleeds out upon these words you write to ease your pain and mirror mine;

    how can i call me friend and be this wretched thing that fester like a...;

    no, i won't confess it, i won't let it be recognized as something so real;

    it pounds against me as a wave on deadly rock, to lash at my love;

    it's turned me, made me a cynical pessimistic crone who's joy is to wallow;

    like the swine that comforted Prodigal in his time of selfishness, i writhe;

    take my hand, take it now! pull me from this cesspool of spite and loss;

    a ghost to me no more will be, please pull me from myself and thus;

    cleanse me of myself and all the doubt that spreads within this hopeless shell.

    ~END~



    yes...i realize this has no rhyme...maybe no rythm either. but it is what it is....the dealing with of the demons within. yeah...no caps...i do that. at least this time i gave u some punctuation. please tell me what you think. 3nodding