In the light, she (the ghost) can imagine that all is well (satisfactory, fine, alright or any other bland and banal word that can pass for "pretending to be good") and in accordance with the law time. It's when the sun begins to set and the moon embarks on its journey to rise, that worry invades her mind. This uneasiness starts as an irritation, an itch that cannot be reached (an unquenchable thirst). Gradually, this unease expands and mutates, fueled by anxiety and fear.


As she sleeps there might be stillness, maybe even calm. There may also be zombies, especially one in particular.

Loyal ghost
Devoted and faithful

To your face, he is right by her side
Behind her back, you’ve already been discarded
(abandoned by the curb)

Stab me in the back
I will caress your heart

Naïve ghost
Artless no more
(and for now) unending

they could take or leave you
so they took you, and they left you
how could they be casually cruel?

the invisible line connecting the (you to me) lessens
our rate of realization narrowing
apprehension cowers in the corner

(the ghost)
banished to this quiet state of consciousness
craving some insight
clenching for relation

but she knows
that when he goes
he really goes
and do you think you've made
the right decision this time?

the celestial sphere will crush your illusory equator at the ecliptic intersect

spring equinox bestows no added clarity
questions sprout
curiosities germinate

unrest rising in this ghost is apparent and undeniable.
the comforts of warmness is a farce.
far too saccharine sweet to be actual.

doesn’t this all seem too courteous?
(too formal, too polite)

she excavates for the truth faster than he can bury it
(Dracula, you never change)
there is more
she can sense it
it will not lie dormant forever

and the season to rise
is commencing

jaw locked, fists clenched
draw blood, fangs
feed Dracula feed

Jealousy has poisoned the well. Drain the infection and replenish again from an uncontaminated source (shiny, new and pure).

this is your gift ghost
and it is yours for the making
or the breaking

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

The ghost has born a second skin, a coat of armor (if you will).
It conceals (obscures) and shelters her from the elements.
These forces are wicked and unpredictable.
Underestimation got the better of the ghost.
This time, but never again.
Ever.

oh, can it be
the voices calling me
they get lost and out of time
i should've seen it glow
but everybody knows
that a broken heart is blind
that a broken heart is blind

He was just a man, then the vampire.

regrets collect like old friends
here to relive your darkest moments
i can see no way, I can see no way
and all of the ghouls come out to play

The vibrations reverberate deep inside
to a core
Pounding echoes chill the facade
Silence casts a shadow of doubt
perhaps remorse

A good ghost is alive in the moment, undead to the observant and reborn for the certain.

and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but I like to keep some things to myself
i am done with my graceless heart
so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart