Dead Man's Diary

Once upon a Chilly night,

 the pen wrote furiously.

The memories carved pictures,

 the hand moved incessantly.

The clock past midnight,

 An owl gazed purposely.

Devil disguised Creativity,

Thoughts blended inconsistently.

Senses tangled and mingled,

what is it that I reek?

She left with a scar indeed 

thy aura burnt my skin bleak,

the flames didn't hurt the long dead freak.

Consistent sound diffused the air,

Sudden energy climbed the chair.

I could feel the touch, once missed 

heart throbbed as the soft wind kissed

I feel a presence, is it you I seek? 

or am I dreaming again as if a weak