Shapeless Ghosts Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

There is a ghost in your closet and he just won't come out.
No matter how you try.
Shaking and shivering.
A gentle touch upon the spine then we dine.
The table is set, but the feast isn't here yet.
The undying hunger of a monster.
Tell me can you hear the screams?
What is this all about?
The closer we get, the deeper secrets that are met.
How are you doing sir, can you not see the writing on the wall?
Each brick contains a million words.
Numbers of the absurd.
Warped vortexes with absolutely no sound before or after.
Brutally plastered, fingertips numb with the writing of this gun.
Bullet loaded, trigger cocked.
A tiny devil creeping on through.
It doesn't matter if you see it, it see's you and polarizes everything you going to do.
A magnet of destruction.
Sucking it all in.
Chaos burning in all blue flames.
Rising up from the ashes as a hand to claim.
A chalice filled with blood and hate.
Sip it slow before you lose all control.
The cogs of the death clock have been long been turning.
Grinding, clanking, thundering, winding.
Backwards to front.
Your skin being turned inside out.
The retinas from which you see being detached completely.
How can one describe with empathy and compassion when they have none.
Just an image contrived, if it makes you feel better most certainly in your first and last moment of agony.
Twisting the arm and taking a dive.
Is he alive or did he die?
Sometimes it is best to be surprised.
The special moment that leaves all to wonder.
The door nailed shut, so you will no longer be able to see.
Tell me does this make you happy.
It was what I never wanted.
This a gift from the truly haunted.
So there is no expectation of you accepting it.
Face value is so over rated.
Give me what is hidden beneath the surface.
The crutch of a reject.
The prowess of the lone wolf.
Howling to the moon because it is what feels right.
No further insight needed.
Add a reason, and sometimes you just feel so cheated.