Under the bed...

As  a child, a ghost under the bed.
As an adult a ghost in the bed.
I lie beside a specter, in silk pajamas,
a slippery feel, yet warm to the touch.
An absence of humanity, yet pleasing
to the ear. A lack of humility, yet  
appealing to the senses.  
I chose to choose the undead.  
A choice with the characteristics  
of a corpse yet the feel of a human.
A robot, a clone of what once  
passed for a person, to be cherished,
to be loved. The disembodiment  
of the body, the discoloring of the
soul from white to black.  
An unworldly choice, yet my choice!
Thus, unworldly meets unworldly.
I abdicate my humanity and slip
into that nether world of drifting
souls, black on black.