Ghost

She was a beacon in the dark,

clothed in white.
Bleeding from her wrists,
a haunting sight.

The red droplets hung,

swinging with the breeze.
Spattered on the ground
for the earth to seize.

Her hair was drenched

from the tears of her lover.
He called out her name,
but she could only hover.

Her eyes were translucent,

but whet with remorse
as she watched the mourners
weep 'gainst her corpse.

Her lips were pale,

as she tried to speak.
But it was gone with the wind.

A whisper, too weak.

The demons had killed her,

when she slit her wrists.
She had fallen to the floor,
his name on her lips.

She had bled out her soul

when they found her there.
Tears flooding down
from her melancholy stare.

But here she stood,

watching them weep
as they prayed to the Lord
for her soul to sleep.

She watched them cry,

howling out her name.
It kindled her soul.
Set her heart aflame.

She wailed in despair

for she was only a ghost.
No longer alive,

just rotting compost.

A surge of guilt
swept over her soul,
as her coffin was lowered
into the hole.

Her loved ones wept

and sank to their knees.
They said their goodbyes
as she whispered please.

"Please don't go,"

she tried to say.
But her lover was leaving.
He could no longer stay.

She watched him flee,

tears in her eyes.
She'd wanted a kiss
for her final goodbye.

But it was far too late.

Her lips were bare.
She stood by her grave

and said a silent prayer.

She'd made a mistake,

by slitting her skin.
And now she would pay
for her ungodly sin.

She was barred from the living.

No longer to see
the one she once loved
so desperately.

If only she'd stayed

to dwell in life.
She was chained to this hell
without a kiss to suffice.