Ghost

Too routine deposits of disorder
The agenda has been blood stained,
Too routine lack of self-esteem,
My demeanor, imperative of change.

The time has come for new inspiration.
My contemplation extends.
My passion grows, my reactions explode,
I am reborn, as my wounds start to mend.

Enough suspending reality, denial escapes at last.
Enough sustaining duality, hatred a ghost of the past.

Ghost of the past, Ghost of the past

Liberation will rein
This time remorse will be hollowed.
Complete annihilation of strain,
My ignorant pride will be swallowed.

Too routine deposits of disorder
The agenda has been blood stained,
Too routine lack of self-esteem,
My demeanor, imperative of change.

Enough suspending reality, denial escapes at last.
Enough sustaining duality, hatred a ghost of the past.

Too routine, Too routine...

Ghost... of the past