A Slow Death
In the hollows of your mind live my eyes
Staring and stalking as you think by
I move in the grey creating white lies
Together it is, as we count your days
As you steadily weaken before my gaze
And the more you age the more I will pry
I will end your days before you go
You’ll barely see, worry, or think about I
I will take you over and slowly grow
I’ll bring dark clouds with pouring rain
And so it shall be I'll take your brain
I will be you and you still won't die
1 Apr 2018
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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