Eidolon

There’s a ghost…

My deepest fears projected
Upon the walls that I’ve erected

A mouse in the labyrinth of mine own brain

Subtle are the signs
That I’m loosing, lost, my mind

While the sin I keep within
Becomes the fallacy I wear with shameful pride

These memories mere reflections,
Haunted,
The waking dream becomes inception

And I’m the ghost I swore, I thought, I saw.