My feet are cold, wandering these night time floors <br />In my deepest rooted fears, from a nightmare cause <br />I hear the sound, more than I see it there <br />Cloaked and unseen, the presence, a chill in the air <br /> <br />Treading softly to a caution my heart beats strong <br />Nerves are sincere in my approach to the truth so long <br />A shift in the senses as something is so sinister <br />Mindful of my emotions the sixth warns to administer <br /> <br />A potent deception of my human dimension <br />Something binds between this fearful sensation <br />The tears of my torture falling like my courage <br />Throat is closing like a gauntlet gripping suffrage <br /> <br />A crossing over is witnessed in a dark visitation <br />From the bleak and the ashes comes an evil consultation <br />What is ahead from my room to corridor unfolding <br />A bravery sought now ebbs and starts corroding <br /> <br />It is there as my mind will speak for me <br />A sight of unholy allegiance, the horror of Cali <br />In the shadows something moves majestic and brutal <br />My new minutes, slowed, heavy and cruel <br /> <br />Vengeance is tasted in my stomach pit rejects <br />The nausea grows as this unbridled fear reflects <br />In my mind so vulnerable and childlike weeps <br />A hand of evil has clasped my heart, my effort seeps <br /> <br />The presentation of this figure the ghost of my downfall <br />Negative in emotion, for its employment is dreadful <br />Standing before me the minutes of my time grow short <br />This figure of lethality, unfolding of my darkest court <br /> <br />Tried in my life in an evening of so many years <br />Incepting of my moments I feel nothing but my fears <br />Lifting from my body like a clam from the shell <br />My soul in this deviants clasp, begins my descent to hell<br /><br />Vision Ghost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-presence-of-the-ghost/
