impaled by the ghost
of who I used to be
reduced to minor plagiarisms
of my own thought
and forgeries of love
tormented by fear
that my crimes
of the heart
have all been
mere misdemeanors
the jaws of temptation
vised my spirit
yellow fangs of entropy
gnawed my dreams
I cannot remember
what I came here to forget
I have nowhere to go
and anyway
I have already been
so many times before
