Dearest wanderer of sorrow,

            Possessing the weakened bones which quake of agony;

           Therein torment lay entities within weeping hollows,

           For my haunting mesmerization in misery.

         Phasmophobia will linger,

            As ghosts shall wail in their infernal eviternity;

         The forbidden spirits which may gently hinder,

           Through fuscous skies to perhaps my grave.

           Yet inquisition dwells on madness,

          For morality has no conscious vein to bleed the wicked plague;

          Lament of apparitions loathe the fragile sense,

         Into a sorrowed eclipse of dissonant fate.

               Phasmophobia erupts disquietude of a grand mass,

            Through a timeless malevolent presence;

            Illusions amass the frail clockwork glass,

                 My sincerest tragedy benign to your disgrace.

                                                                             the everlasting anguish,

                                                                                                       Phasmophobia