Sinning on my way to Church

Sleeping with Ghost (page 1) Unforgiving reminders of an unconscious conscious Hibernating while monitory gains grew limbs and a personality. Randomly routine the way those yesterdays he yearned to forget pop up and bully his ability to dream. Like questions of a conviction on every job application a felon fills out with fear of being rejected, and reduced to the very actions that once claimed his freedom. Vividly haunted to the point where today’s actions Walk the thin line of avoiding yesterday’s mistakes without becoming today’s victim. 300 places, faces and events emotionally catalogued it feels like every time he closes his eyes he can still see the pain he gave; taste the trouble he received, and hear the years he’s wasted. Sick of being an insomniac so he’d learned how to thief sleep. Until his mind will allow him to rest. So intimate with his ghost they call him by his first name. Most nights his life is a movie and he had merely paid the cost, so watching is less painful. Yet there are other nights where he’s back in the starring role and he delivers every scene, stunt and line. Until he wakes up drenched in his own sweat and the reality of his past. Hoping he can one day eliminate his demons Before they infect his reality and he passes them on to the ones he love. I know you see him sleeping with his ghost Hoping he’d wake up and find you right next to him Unconditionally.