A vision created by my Grey; I can feel it near me.
Suddenly the two of us have parted and formed a separate entity
An apparition of mine,
Standing by me just to run shivers down my spine.
Each time I laugh like a child,
Near me the one reminisces my actions and smiles,
The specter behind my shoulder mimes;
My guilty pleasures,
My unfaithful, ungrateful years.
Not an ordinary ghoul to be gone on the turn of light
I feel it strong; laughing, as I by the second grow in fright.
It stands a distance so less from me and smirks,
From place to place with me that horrible image lurks.
Never to end, no way out to come along,
A life given birth to by my choice of wrong
This horror filling me up by passing time,
And a kill to know the ghost is the very own conscience of mine.
