Alive At Last and Death
Feel the hollow heat beside me
as a ghost decides to chide me
on the marble bench I'm colder
as the shade is growing bolder
disembodied bony fingers
trace my lips as terror lingers
I deserve this dark attention
for my sins too black to mention
I await my fate with pleasure
drugged with guilt in endless measure
has denied my real existence
now I yield to grave insistence
livid life now on it's course
recompense for true remorse
wraiths enwrap me and astound me
truly life and death have found me.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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