HauntedA Poem by Thaddiusthis might be the worst piece of s**t I've writ in awhileI
passed through your ghost in the hall, just now. It
made me warm but gave me the chills If
you were here I'd kill you for leaving. Twenty-four
hours you stayed for, and
it took twenty-three and a half to meet you. I
scratched your arm to clean the stain off You
had lots of skin to spare. Are
you an act, a circus tent? You're
a mirror over a grave, aren't you? I'm
kneeling on you, boring into myself, you
cackle and tell me I'm bad, and
I know you are. I
can, you say, once you finish with me. I
wonder who's supposed to hurt when you
turn me to stone, and I
crack your illusion? You're
busy, or bored, or crazy, or young, and
I must have been really lucky, or stupid. What,
are you juggling, gorging, extracting? Me
too! It's probably because you remind me of me. Of
course you wouldn't want me. I
don't. I'm
like your heroes, you know. I'm
like them. You
can't see it; you're too young or too stupid. Or I
am. You're
blurring, twisting and digesting. I
can't taste the sweat. I can't forget. Come
back! Let's
get faded again, That
way we can pretend we never met. I
promise I won't waste you. I'm chill. Guess
it's time to sweat it out. © 2015 ThaddiusReviews
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