Give up the Ghost

Willingness to commit
Transformation of choice
Where no other allows
Presents itself
A mandatory death
In some strange
Lightness, unmoved
And melting
Like butter, flies
Withheld by wings
Torn, and encouraged
To take flight
On flimsy wishes
Bleeding colors
Of insubstantiality
And superficial dreams
Whispered to the self
By the self
Do not believe
Exceed,
Overfeed
This answer-less disease
This cancer on the skin
Recognition in the eyes
And dreaming ever since
That sugary state 

Of constant departure
Remedied by insignificance
Regrets for the delay
But it is that point in time
When it finally waits for us