The Haunting
I am haunted
incapable of escaping you
I would rather be tortured
than lose you...
You the haunted house
your dark ancestors
peer out of the windows
of your haunted eyes
walking in a no-mans land
between life and death
sleeping yet walking...
I will not exorcise you
from my existence
I'd miss your sweet fragrance
the soft sound
of your footsteps to my doorway...
Tonight I lie awake
in this haunting darkness
waiting for the night to end
but your image will not leave
lingering behind my eyes
the haunting begins...
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