Ghost Walker

Severed by these thoughts
My demons tempt me
Held bound  by locks
Here I am, a cup half empty


Burdened by this weight I carry

Stumbling down Satan’s alley
revelations are seeded
My options vary


The cards begin to fold

pieces of the puzzle scatter
My heart begins to grow cold
so far gone nothing else matters


Like a rose

Hiding its thorns
A halo above my head
Hiding the horns


Bound to the mask

distorted perception
Clock burns too fast
like clouded inception


Walking the steps

That destroy most
I can see the end now
Through the wondering ghost


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