Full Blooded

Full Blooded Ghost -- AKA Rob McManus    5/19/2015 

I slept for forty years

But when I woke up
I was already dead

Gutted, skewered,

And roasted under glass. 

I thought, I could start over

But, I was already done

Offered up, like a sacrifice

My heart, in her hand.    

The truth is rare

But there are some, who know

Those with their feet in reality

And sunk to the neck.

It was all,

Just a day dream

And none of it, was true

Gone in an instant

Like it never happened at all. 

Her winsome smiles were gone

And just like that

I was done

Discarded for nothing

But a fake and empty fool.  

Deep beneath the blank expression

There was an evil intent

Lurking in the depths

Of a disingenuous soul. 

Seduced and destroyed

Loved and consumed

Until there is nothing left

But a burned out husk.  

I have shed my body

But, yet I still cling to life

A ghostly presence

Real enough to hate

But unable to love. 

  

A full blooded ghost

Haunting his own dreams

Cold, pale

Transparent and sad. 

Put your hand on me

And feel it pass right through

As I exist only to remember

As a messenger to one

And a witness to you..