The ghost

It has been a long time,
since my ego controlled by a ghost,
he guided where to go,
he guided what to do,
insanely drove me to suicide,
i gave him all i had,
i told him all i knew,
but the ghost was insane,
and i was so miserable,
i had nothing but he,
i knew nothing but he,
finally, i cut the throat,
not my throat but his throat,
not with a knife but with hope,
i buried the ghost in the backyard,
with my hands in the night,
all the things which i had,
went with him in the night,
now an empty man,
with only hopes,
come to the world,
as born again....