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.