The Spirits on the Shelf

we climbed the light
none left inside
our shadows move, jittering madly on
ghostly mimicked rue
and oh hallelu'
the deep breath we drew to let the sigh
all hope gone
outshined by that black, black star you keep inside
it grows in size
that youth you never had: i'll never have
and i'd say that i have regressed
but i'm always lost in your artful fray
creature comfort, fleeting (here, here! gone)
now you've lost all left to lose
"better the ruse," you fool yourself
spirits are on the shelf: choose. imbibe.
in peace, again. in solace, again.