Walking the ground with a ghost at my hip,
A shade that matches me stride for stride.
Invisible but felt by everyone unseen,
They used to be real, flesh and bone coincide.
A shadow of a glimmer once gleamed in a flash
Of glinting glammer drafting in my wake,
Yet always stretching out in front of my senses,
A spectating specter surrounds ev'ry route I take.
A ghoul that haunts every waking moment
'fore the spirit takes over my dream world at night.
An empty husk of a man dragging soles across pavement,
A golem of melancholy pulling a soul across plight.
This phantom that cannot be purged from my world
Dances 'round with delight when mere misery strikes.
A fantastic phantasm with its seductive hand curled
'Round my neck, used to please but now reveals its cold spikes.
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