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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Exorcist - i need an exorcist... for Lord, i am possessed - there are two souls trapped inside my chest, entwined like duelling snakes... their conjoined clamor drums in my ears, shaking me from the pit of my belly to my aching skull, they struggle against each other like squabbling Siamese twins - beleaguered inmates they are, prisoners in my body's jail they are rivals for my heart - that never give up the fight. 24/7 they disrupt my life, rattling their sabers against my ribs... nameless, faceless, nonetheless i know - one of these souls is mine - i think - but the other... the other soul is yours. oh ho yes! i didn't escape you darling; that day at the airport, when our romance crashed and burned, when i turned on my heel and walked away (without a backward glance) i may have left your body behind, your corroded spine and weak-willed heart; but your soul tagged along for the ride. interloper... you slipped in through my lips and lodged yourself in that little space between my diaphragm and my heart. now there you sit, hunched like a goblin, with streaming black hair... and out here in the waking world, i can feel your influence overwhelming me...drowning my feeble reality. my soul isn't strong enough to fight... and now I'm turning into you. your long unkempt hair is mine, snaking in blonde tendrils down my ramrod spine... your rock tees and tatts decorate my milky flesh, your music pounds in my head, subverting the focus of my life to the darker side, where the cookies are hash and the milk is laced with Russia's finest... worst of all, the image of you is no longer just a harsh memory, but a painful presence permeating every fibre of my aching heart. i wish i could forget you, i wish i could be free... but with this parasite soul of yours buried inside, freedom is just a hopeless dream... a flimsy fantasy...
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