Ghosts

You leave me cold
And I try to be like you

As ghosts of my past haunt me
Ghosts I have sought to forget
For you
Ghosts I have avoided
For you

They haunt me
Rising from their graves
Tantalizing me with their mystery

Somehow warming the heart
That is learning not to care
That is slowly getting numb
From your coldness

Bringing forth imaginings
Of what could've beens
Might have beens

Yet, they are mere ghosts
A whisper of the past
Phantoms.
With no real substance
No future
A product of the past long dead
Living only in memoriam

And slowly, all that is me is dying
All my passions
My fire
Losing their flare
Until I'll be dead like the rest of them
Like the ghosts i have buried

A pretty face and a pretty smile
That is empty
Hollow... a facade meaning nothing
And the mask is back again
Because the mask is all you can ever accept