Ghosting

I would murder the feeling of loneliness if it were replaced with you,
If I killed this nostalgic feeling only you would know,
These places bleed de ja vu and I have nothing to patch it but regret,
I sleep with ghosts of fake warmth and sometimes they call my name,
I sit and brew my thoughts, 

Blistering in their eerie presence
After finally drowning i have learned to breathe sorrow,
The missing piece of my puzzle i hang from my neck to remind me; I think i'm in control?