Your figure still appears at night,
Frozen in my mind, frozen to the touch of time.
You linger here for far too long,
Just as your damning past did you
While you were here.
And just for a second we see your face
But then you flee, just like you always do.
You strange spectral person,
Who are you that haunts me in my sleep?
And as I pull further away from you, from your
memories,
Amnesia strikes me, in my veins
Restricting my
body of every feeling that was supposed to be felt
But that can no longer be felt
Just like you can no longer be touched.
Now at night these thoughts plague my mind
And you have me wondering,
Where my ghost has flown off to
Or have I become the ghastly presence myself?
Have you haunted me enough-
For me to become
as dead as you are to me?