Old Gray - 359 Pine

[Charlie:]
Ailments become fragments of my imagination;
I am encumbered by nothing.
Hands in hand with a ghost of your former self,
someone I once held away from the torments of situation;
no longer am I strong enough-
another voice has taken over,
controlling, binding, leaving the person I am-
fucking helpless, awaiting its next consensus.
A face that is not there taunts me,
breathing the same air that she held in her lungs,
breaking, for it all seems so familiar.
I have been lost and faded into this place,
waking only to find it still surrounds me,
blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort.
For I was a being existing but absent of life,
selective thoughts showing only bliss.
Sifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of,
mind blanketed by memories-
the ghost of your former self,
someone I once held and time stood still.
Time stood still, at least to us. At least to us.