A Ghost In A Box


My eye’s once closed,
now wide open.

Such wonders await,
I can feel my souls fate;
as always I go into fleeting
running from destiny.
Slowly he catches up to me
biting at my heels,
keeping in step with the catwalk of my life.

Keeping with the love story of life and death;
one of these day’s
I will become a ghost in a box
setting at death’s door,
a valentine gift from life.
Nothing more.

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