Morning Phantom
The living entity
That dwells within me
Haunts my presence
Where these two feet
Will cross
My body feels hollow
Like a lifeless carcass
The flesh and bones
That still holds this tomb
To its bare feet every morning
Is now controlled by the ghost
That nested inside it
Built the cobwebs
And poisoned my insides
The pain inside
Now feels more numb
If not closer to death itself
My heart is suffocating
Like a noose...
I can barely speak...
I wake up...
My eyes burn
From the blaring sun
Through thin plastic shutters
Forcing my two eyes to wake
From my slumber...
My feet hits the cold floor
Every morning...
Routine sets in.
But who I see in the mirror
Is not the real me...
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