Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer

Artic winds sweep through my chambers
Chilling flesh into the bone
Past midnight a glacial touch stirs
A muddled mind from dreamland zone

There before my blinking vision
Floating free above the floor
Torso draped in ragged ruin
A fleshless specter skeleton raw

Glowing blue in luminescence
Cold eyes that burn into my soul
Fluid form of pale transparence
Whispers hiss from faceless skull

Bone-white fingers scrape the bed-post
Shivers quiver up my spine
Icy vicegrip clamps an ear-lobe
Snap-lock freezing thoughts in mind

Primal screams are strangled mid-stream
Heartbeats boom inside my head
Needle pinch straining sanity's seams
Tears me loose from satin sheathed bed

Dragged headfirst across the floorboards
As phantom fingers twist and tighten
The piercing pain propels me forward
With a force I've no will fighting

Tossed like trash into the corner
Foetally curled I cower trembling
And watch it hover above the chair -
Long lean hand snatch up a pencil

Condensation bubbles like beaded sweat
Rolling down that ghostly brow
Concentration gleams in blue eyes set
Along grey lines the lead point plows

Once more I feel that glacial grip
This time around my throat
As I'm hauled up onto toe-tip
Forced to read my suicide note

Flung through the shattering glass
Of the second story window
Cut to shreds I stain the grass
A bloody thudding body blow

Ruptured spleen and punctured lung
Some sort of miracle that I survived
The final bell was struck and rung
From death's door I was revived

But the cold is seeping in again
Shadows creeping up the walls
They've locked me up in the asylum
With the Ghost Writer in my ward...

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