Is this phantasma Or a fracture in my mind Lonely hill decaying in the midst of snow Greying walls draped in black Melancholy of my soul It starts slowly An edge of darkness creeping in Now like the flooding of the ghost inside my rotting skin This uncertain feeling forcing itself in I hear whispers from behind The locked doors of my mind A scent of ash A gust of wind Beginning of the end An everpresent projection Is tracing the connection To the mind's eye Behind the shrouded veil My nerves frozen in the fear I can sense a presence here Polychromatic glimmers Despair like fog in the air A change in aura Apparitions appear Beckoning for a final dance Is this phantasma Locked in a duet of black eyes All sense of comfort dissipates I'm left here all alone Fear Nothing can sanely exist in absolute reality An everpresent projection Is tracing the connection To the mind's eye Behind the shrouded veil My nerves frozen in the fear I can sense a presence here The revenant appears Is this phantasma Or the figment of my fractured mind