I'll come back to haunt you
memories will taunt you
I'll intrude your dreams
and work apart your seams

The things you keep underneath
I'll spread out on a sheet
the hushing and the fleeting
I'll push at you to meet them

Most important is the isolation
you'll sense it all caught up in mayhem
disorder at the borders
I'm unfazed since I'm the floater

Now, you know I do this out of love
obsessive, and I can't let go of
my current status as a ghost
which leaves me with not much to post

We will not get physical
I'll keep it on the mystical
level of the devil -
you won't get me to settle.