phantasmagoria

i have been a ghost for eleven days

& it's not like i'm counting

but the shadows in your room are beginning to feel like friends

it's a shame i died before i had the chance to make amends

i am an echo

clamouring through the pavement beneath your feet

i am the taste of salt that bubbles up in your deceit

when the raven visits my grave, it splits apart

the skies with the edge of its shriek

& i howl with the wind

for no soul cowers when i speak

i have been a ghost for twenty three days

& it's not like it matters

but i do not mourn for those i leave behind. i am a lost boy

bound to a sleepless town.

i became an apparition long before i died.

when the witching hour comes, it spews

me from the skies. i am a

spectre

who does not cry. i am the blood that

seeps from your eyes

& i am loved more in death than when i was alive

you cannot sleep

for my cold hands grasp you by the throat

i have been a ghost for sixty five days

& i don't mean to brag

but the devil knows my name

i am the ash you become when you burst into flame

i am the viper that writhes inside your brain

it's a shame you killed me before you went insane

& i don't mean to brag, but

the devil knows your name