My Ghosts Typically Ascend

I was never a stranger to obsession

I've always been a prisoner to my own enamor

Rope burn and cold concrete

Naturally, I started to indulge in such interests

Consciously at first

I'm floating up high, please bring me down

And they did

It took all of their breath to do so, but they did manage to pull me down

And it still haunts them

My young mind was pleased by this

Next it was helplessness not caused by my own actions

A pretty little victim

He held me down, he abused me, he did what I was afraid to accuse others of

But maybe he wanted to make me feel good?

One by one, another body

And one by one, my cellar filled

Hollow husks scattering my inner world

You, however, were different

I would keep you as far from the crypt as I could

Yet I unknowingly dug your grave

Trapping you behind my own back

Keeping you like a catacomb saint

Until I would only visit you atop the pile of deceased

Suddenly I was bleeding, crying, dying

And only you could save me

This time, the cure was more than just physical attention

I needed love, but you clung to it

So I took to your spirit

Feeding off of your own life

And you, too, clattered to my cold concrete

And your spirit is all I have left

Every move I make, I can hear your cries

As your apparition clings to my back

I look around, desperate for someone to free you

But my past mistakes will cut into your delicate flesh for all eternity

And I may kill myself trying to kill you