Ghost Walking

 Ghost Walking

Act 1: The Rage

Don’t call me
Don’t text me
Don’t look at me
Your sick and I’m your cancer
If you must know I am very dead inside
just shoot me ( right in the heart ) because I’m tired of the w***e named love
Love is just some conceived excuse to believe that someone actually cares about you
why would I ever think that I could coexist with anything other than my own thoughts
those thoughts in which you will never understand
Your thoughts define your actions
Your actions define your character
You will never understand me
I live a life where loving is a crime
well officer don’t arrest me because I will never love again
my heart is a delicate piece of me and I would like it back
and a blueprint would be nice because I don't know who I am
or who I was before you
I’m crushed , and I loved you, but my heart is into a thousand pieces
I will never be the same again
and when my next partner ask me what’s wrong I will have to tell her...

“ I have Mary tattooed across my heart. I will never love you the way I loved her,

and quite frankly I wouldn't want to because Love only births Pain.

But if you enjoy the ecstasy that transfers between us then fine …

I LOVE YOU! ”

Act 2: Ironic Serenity

This is not poker I can't call your bluff and ante up
but I fold
and let you take the pot you could make better use of than I could
I’m dead; but you, you still have a life ahead of you
If you ever see me it’s not me , you killed me ( with my own knife of course )
have you ever imagined a body without a soul
thats me, soulless
though my body may walk the earth, I’m dead
the fight out of my eyes
until the day my body decides to stop ghost walking across this empty countryside.