That night,
I drove down the old paths,
alone.

I saw more ghosts than I care to fathom.

But one haunting in particular,
wet my eyes,
and made my dead heart stir.

She came back to sit beside me for a while.
I looked over to see her smile.

She made me raw. Cut me open with that thing.

But I was just glad to share in a moment again.

Oh, how many ghosts did grace me?
Those poor dead fools now feed me.
Or feed from me.
See, I have the power to let them in.
I can make manifest their inspiration.
Or their infestation.
They always leave me
when they’ve had their fill.

These deaths are not in vain.
They just are what does remain.
For in any life, they are my friend.
Eager spirits with thoughts to lend.
In hopes of my Victory.
She fuels me,
our past hopes and dreams.
It is as macabre as it seems.
Ghosts that share their spirit.
Accept it or fear it.
Sometimes another host comes by
and the spirits try
to jump ship.