Maze of dying ghosts
A silvery breeze stirs my mind, whispering
seductive thoughts. Imaginary vapours
swirl through the air, yet the dew-like dreams
slip between my tactless fingers.
I am willfully lost in this maze of mist,
a fog of false truths that obscure reality.
Wraiths haunt my imagination and I pretend
that they are more than ghostly reflections
shining upon the lake of my desires.
The wistful water evaporates at my eager touch
thwarting even this destructive wish to drown.
Ghosts rush upwards, evading my greed and
dispersing mists reveal horrible truths as I
struggle to hide within the haze. Gravity pulls me down,
burying me in harsh and haunting consciousness.
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