My Ghost.

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.