The Ghost Of A Stranger

Infatuated with the corpseAn exact image of what it was just a moment agoA ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever tookMy body is bathed in the warmth of bloodnever thought that it wouldhave kept me warm on this very fateful nightBut now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasyIts white skin is illuminated under pale moonlightReminiscent of fresh snowfallThe patterns formed by shadows and its hair make each square inch uniqueMy lips still burn from the last time that I uttered its proper nameThose thin wrists seem to melt in my handsMy flesh on its flesh with gravity on my sideI should, but won't, tread lightly on itMy garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanityBrushing the hair from its face I am locked into a dead stareIts open pupils act as a mirror and they are reflecting back at meNot who I am but, what I have becomeI pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that I've gotPushing my power inAnd absorbing its life as mine, becoming one with itI unclasp the ball gag and inhale its death