As She Dances On Your Grave. (Ode to Endings)

A woman knows when she sees a ghost. Her whole being stills and her mood shifts. The Earth slightly tilts on its axis and drifts away from the moon. You can't put the ghost in her face and not get a reaction. You can't speak the name of the ghost otherwise it'll haunt her for all of eternity. I can't express to you the loss that was felt. Or the longing to be free and become one with all vices. To feel something yet feel nothing at all. Your face will become a distant memory...the trap will no longer be my home. I've learn a little something and it's that security is what I desire most. That love is a vague memory and fear I no longer know.