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my ghost is here, hands are reality

my eyes glazed over with apathy

no regret I mummer, deep breaths…….

my blood is cold, coagulated, congealed,

steady rhythm metronome beats

my daydream is nightmare thought its reality I stand in

so say it,  pause in mid sentence speech is less

words are not willing the don’t part my lips

vocal cords constricted by pride love it to be stronger

for is it love judge jury and the execution of my heart

oh with guillotine words you sever ties

your was were paved with good intention

they bequeath hell

slippery slope my ghost ever so transparent

I see through your guise and deception