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The Ghost Writer.

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In seeking shadows from a scorching sun,
Whose artificial blazing light
Failed to penetrate the darkness in my heart,
I lay on decomposing, murdered wood.

Hours past upon that bench
Words danced; distorted ballerinas
Colliding in a confused mind.

I saw then behind eyelids closed
The ghost writer of my most beautiful dreams
Who spoke to me between the lines
Of music scores and dusty books;
That spectre adoring none but death.
A phantom that loved with vampiric depth
Immortal though longing for nothingness...

I knew in those stolen moments
-Far from my world of blood stained pages
And endless historic deceptions-
That I would never find him again.
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© 2011 - 2024 Akhenaten-Aten
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