A State of Perpetual Glow

You only live as long as the last person who remembers you.
Negatively impacting your own life stunts everything around you but remembrance will still be issued accordingly.
This process is better known as a haunting. 
Poltergeists and phantoms are simply empty shells of regretful humans, just like me. 
Yeah that’s me, a forgetful mind in a fragile body. With regrets and mistakes that weren’t utilised properly. Certainly not as a re-education. 
Instead I’ve continued descending, which will ultimately leave my friends and family with no recollection. 

I’ll become a forgotten soul in a state of perpetual glow and I’ll feel it all at once sinking into nothing at all. 

Am I drowning from waves or dying from the thirst? I can’t quite convince myself I’m not here to simply decompose. Although I’m still trying to work for the things i know i don’t deserve. 
I like to think I’m not a bad person for the ways I’ve tried to kill my sadness. 
But I’ve murdered time,  wasted light writing bad poetry about it that goes like 

“Roses are red , violets are red. My daydreamer’s garden is on fire holy shit.”

There’s no imagination left to pull from. A scarcity of an art form which is far more tragic than it is cathartic. 
I’m shook even though I’m sure fear arises from ignorance. 
A selfish soul entwined with defeat shouldn’t warrant remembrance. 
Just lofty ideals from a mind that‘s gravitating towards nothingness.