Ghost of a Stranger

Infatuated with the corpse
 An exact image of what it was just a moment ago
 A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took
 My body is bathed in the warmth of blood
 Never thought that it would
 Have kept me warm on this very fateful night
 But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy
 Its white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight
 Reminiscent of fresh snowfall
 The patterns formed by shadows and its hair make each square inch unique
 My lips still burn from the last time that I uttered its proper name
 Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands
 My flesh on its flesh with gravity on my side
 I should, but wont, tread lightly on it
 My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity
 Brushing the hair from its face I am locked into a dead stare
 Its open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back at me
 Not who I am but, what I have become
 I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that Ive got
 Pushing my power in
 And absorbing its life as mine, becoming one with it
 I unclasp the ball gag and inhale its death