Walking With A Ghost

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation;
That bathed my eyes in death.
Spitting out shards of glass (vomit as red as rose)
in which I'd dance to each virulent breath;
the infant obituaries, defiantly, I'd harass. (watching as my darkness grows)

Walking with a ghost -
I begged please, please;
eliminate me as the oceans would freeze.
By dragon's frigid breath; replica my hands that still don't move,
spoon feeding me tasteless death, and virginity I don't even care to prove.

Colossal boots on my head,
while silently; in pools of acid; with my demons I bathe,
waiting for the maidens of anguish they make me wed.

And -
soothe the calluses on my hand;
that bleed with the darker moon. (Drink the salty crimson tears)
Crept up your skirt; made of nightmares;
naughty apparition of my love for You (Pitter patter on my fears)
the eroticas resurrected from my despair.

Walking with a ghost -
And I asked please, please;
with razors in my face, I'm on my knees.
Across twenty six summers, I don't know where; possibly the edge, (of light)
And I need you to halt your affair, so the ghost can finally push me from the ledge. (And into eternal night!)