Tarnished Trophy

A mere, ghostly phantom
meandering within
your rationalization,
I succumb silently,
for beyond a hopeless
dreamers reality,
rests a nakedness
within my dark soul.

Inhumane clarity
redefines my inner
restlessness, and I
become numb to the
passion that boils
within a dancing
purse, in which you
won in all fairness,

I am your trophy,
please polish me soon,
for I'm starting to tarnish.