The Ghost Of A Stranger

Infatuated with the corpse

An exact image of what it was just a moment ago

A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took

My body is bathed in the warmth of blood

never thought that it would

have kept me warm on this very fateful night

But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy

Its white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight

Reminiscent of fresh snowfall

The patterns formed by shadows and its hair make each square inch unique

My lips still burn from the last time that I uttered its proper name

Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands

My flesh on its flesh with gravity on my side

I should, but won't, tread lightly on it

My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity

Brushing the hair from its face I am locked into a dead stare

Its open pupils act as a mirror and they are reflecting back at me

Not who I am but, what I have become

I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that I've got

Pushing my power in

And absorbing its life as mine, becoming one with it

I unclasp the ball gag and inhale its death