"A Ghost No More"

i fear to look inside of me and see the thing that's become of me;

black and roiling, oozing rage and deadly things, diseasing my heart;

i thought i hid it well, encased it in steel words of pretty lyric and rhyme;

i'm lying to me again you see to keep the demon at bay, but free;

it bleeds out upon these words you write to ease your pain and mirror mine;

how can i call me friend and be this wretched thing that fester like a...;

no, i won't confess it, i won't let it be recognized as something so real;

it pounds against me as a wave on deadly rock, to lash at my love;

it's turned me, made me a cynical pessimistic crone who's joy is to wallow;

like the swine that comforted Prodigal in his time of selfishness, i writhe;

take my hand, take it now! pull me from this cesspool of spite and loss;

a ghost to me no more will be, please pull me from myself and thus;

cleanse me of myself and all the doubt that spreads within this hopeless shell.

~END~



yes...i realize this has no rhyme...maybe no rythm either. but it is what it is....the dealing with of the demons within. yeah...no caps...i do that. at least this time i gave u some punctuation. please tell me what you think. ninja