Spector mine

I look at you before me;

Spector-

Wan, you don’t exist.

Yet I dig sharpened nails like caustic claws into my chest

For you

With talons I circle my own heart and bleed

And tear

Spector-

Ghost

My longing;

I give it all to you

Beating while it lasts

Don’t let the colour scare you

As it scars me

Red is my lust; my longing

For you,

Spector.

Red scores me

And clings like dirt to the beds of my nails

It will never wash away

Spector

Ghost

I will die with my own stains

I will die reaching for you.

I will die.

What difference does having a heart make,

When it is without feeling.

Take it,

Spector

Take it,

Make it feel at last

Squeeze it in your fist and watch it drip

My life, my love

Away—

It was hollow, anyway.

Take it from me, Spector

Free me at last.

Let me die with a smile on my face.

Looking at the lack of you.