A Hollow Gram

She was more a figment than a remnant the dark shadow at the edge of the bed With each passing day it was apparent insecurity found company inside my head the dark shadow at the edge of the bed a shape formed out of forgotten wants the girl found company inside my head Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts Shapes forming out of forgotten wants Impulses that should have long been dead Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts Insomnia for the sins I committed Impulses that should have long been dead With each passing day its apparent retribution for the sins I've committed She stays more a figment than a remnant