I am haunted.
Empty hands.
Chapped lips.
Lonely bed.
Cold home.
Cold heart.
Your absence still lingers.

Why are you my poltergeist?

Have you seen the morning star?
It keeps it's vigil in the East,
A prophet of the dawn.

It rises when the night is at its coldest,
The warmest light in the vast blackness.
It rises when the night is at its darkest,
The brightest light in the black vastness.

Have you seen the morning star?

We're all dying,
But are we all living?

Each beat my heart makes,
Is another one wasted.

Each gulp of oxygen,
Is one I won't make ever again.

So I ask what is the point?
A collection of limbs bound together by creaking joints.

Shell like.
Insides evaporated.
Sense of self gone.
A sack of biology.
Corpse.