Learning New Skills : something a little different

narrative verse

 

Learning new skills

 

I smell the rancid stench of fear.

Although you sense that I am near.

You give no credibility

to anything which you can’t see.

 

You don’t believe in ghost as such

And yet you’re conscious of my touch.

But you refuse to listen to

 the inner voice that’s telling you

 

There are some things you can’t explain.

Some hidden aspect of your brain.

Which knows a great deal more than you

 are prepared to believe is true.

 

You are aware your terrified

of something but you can’t decide.

If it is fact or fantasy.

Should you fight or should you flee.

 

I can’t do what I used to do.

All I can do is frighten you

I cannot harm you physically.

That pleasure is forbidden me.

 

I feed upon the scent of fear

To satisfy my appetite.

Before I died I used to kill

And if I could I would still kill.

 

But I cannot I’m just a ghost

 one of the great unnumbered host.

Who have to pay the penalty

 for who and what they used to be.

 

A never ending punishment

For those who can’t or won’t repent.

As long as I can frighten you

I will continue making do.

 

A lesser thrill I must confess

But it feeds me none the less.

The taste of terror exquisite

It titillates my appetite

 

for cruelty. I am still proud to be

operating sadistically.

Inflicting mental cruelty.

A student of psychology.

 

Although you sense that I am near

You cannot understand your fear.

There’s very little you can do.

I am more powerful than you.

 

Though disembodied I exist

as tenuous as morning mist.

And while I do your fears persist.

You need to find an exorcist.

 

30/08/2009

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

I liked it i wondered on the use of kill twice but it was as usual beautiful

[StoryTailor]

I like this. It makes me think. Good job with it.