Saying that the ghost is dead is
Unnecessary redundancy serves no purpose unless
There is a deeper death for a ghost in
A state more than hollow, a soundless crypt becomes
The scariest and coldest and darkest moment swallows
Everything is more repulsive and more putrid and more . . . more while

The ghost is dying.

What if more . . . is a fecund death that is
An oxymoron is only true if
Death can grow into a newer, more horrible thing to
Witness the ghost become a monster who
Could it consume something that the ghost is scared to touch
Its own heart is spoiled until it is ready to eat it
Became cannibal of
Afterlife itself is a horror while

The ghost is dying.

I did not come to kill a monster but
A monster was waiting for me to enter
Into this darkness, my home is lost for
Ever will I mourn the ghost that might have
Loved is past tense in
This tomb is my home while

The ghost is dying.