May 04, 2023

Dear ghost, 

I do not like the way your word vibrate in me. The way it echoes in my head.  But they ring with truth.

Sleep deprived.  Disabled emotions. Fleeting mind.  I and my body have deserted me. My will is screaming to drop measly task and run away.

It seems like I matter not to me. 

But I can still save that golden dust. If I do have the power to kill all that survives in me, I can kill the one that destroys me. 

The I who plague my withering worth, I sentence you to death. I shall reverse your execution. Begone to the underworld that you lure me into. 

Mine