Vision Ghost Poems

I know, that you can feel my breath
That sinister touch, of loving death
That wisp of your hair, in fingertips
A touch of me, tasted upon your lips
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As the politicians’ squabble the beggar man receives no coin
But reserve oneself the best cut of some rarest choicest loin
As many starve within the pool of tears so now hurriedly shed
Please sir spare the universe so one may hear their voices led
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A mind that cannot be silent, fused between emotions
Of a heart that cannot ever be still without devotions
From the pieces so far collected, of myself obliterated
By the selfish act of another who left me so devastated
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I can’t take these feelings anymore inside
So much I want to say yet I have to hide
Seems the ones I love have an answer to hate
And deny any chance for me to congregate
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A sinister presence as a shadow moves to the left
Something is hunting him and a plan to leave bereft
Of what is his demise for the crime of years passed
A seed he so forced into her; a child so unsurpassed
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Mind draws my thoughts to a persistent emotion
A time in a place not so long gone in augmentation
That still plays the chords to encourage my tears
And in this constant re-elevation of all my fears
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Placed now to the floor I taste the coldness of cement
Such the screaming inside that somehow to augment
The violent fantasies flowing through many thoughts
Wishing this emotion sentenced in such unfair courts
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I don’t know what kills me more
To keep the wound open and sore
I don’t what you’re now playing at
Always at me or on the attack
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Entrapment state, between the dark and consciousness
Somehow lodged, from the sleep to the awareness
Head is pounding to be asleep, as I cannot stop thinking
Eyes closed in a steeped action, of turning and writhing
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Awoke under a black sky, a taste of smoke in my mouth
Bodies rotting, fires burned from the north to the south
The survived upon impalements, still writhing in agony
Demons and monsters, tearing flesh from their anatomy
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