Something Eerily Familiar About Him
Bleached bones have retained no smell
The smile of the skull is missing many teeth
I want to be his friend, but he is maniacal
There is something frightening here
Maybe because he reminds me of my own demise
I feel a macabre feeling about this skeleton
He is starting at me without turning his head
His eye sockets give me the jeebie creebies
I try to smile, but feel my lips are forced in an ugly way
He is mocking me now, looking me over as if I am a slug
Why did you want to make his acquaintance? My heart asks.
I have no idea, but I am rethinking this now,
For there is something eerily familiar about him.
I feel I have been a skeleton before this lifetime
And will possibly be one again.
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