how narrow the path becomes
how short and grayed
serious cobwebs soften corners
stairs circle and fall
doors, unhooked, unlocked
decidedly broken
and the whisper of empty
follows me down the hall
i follow no one
i follow darkest hours
i follow dreams that chase me through waking
living ghost
you are a hollow being
carrying my weight
yet i find
you are a mirage of my deepest mind
the black secret i carry inside
you do not come to greet me
only to take me away
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