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Alone in this mortal realm

Visitations which stop and stare

Talking with specters, strange

As if my body were no longer there

The ribs exposed, gripped tight

Through the bars of mortal decay

Calcium, dirt, imprisoned, lost

Night no longer different from day

A haunted past now in acuity

Body breaks down in the absence of time

Comfort in knowing death is private

These ghosts who lead my path to die

Brain death with hermetic air

Cerebral hypoxia, blood, no longer flow

The warmth of deathbed visions merge

And brings me love I'd never know