HauntedA Poem by TaylerA poem about how desires are always haunting us.They're there again, they're always there, staring at me from the shadows, that cloud my mind, Their clawed fingers curl and uncurl, beckoning into the darkness. Thin voices whisper seductively to me, calling me to their waiting arms. My lips part, as I gaze upon them longingly. I want to be embraced, I want to be loved, I want them to swallow me, and speak to me the sweet things forever, Curled in the darkness. I rise to my feet, a puppet on their strings. Their faces twist into a smile, and their movements become forced. Shadows fall and rise around them. trance-like I follow, dream-like I want. My hand rises and reaches for them, 'Come', they whisper, 'Come to us'. I want too, I want them to swallow me up, I want to never think of anything else, I want to become lost, I want to loose myself in my desires. There they are; my evil desires. They're speaking my name, over and over again, they want me to think of them, of nothing but them. My desires writh quickly, as I near them. The flesh wilts, and melts away. Revealing the true face. Cold, dammed, and cruel, they want to swallow me whole. I stop. Their faces contort into fury, and they frantically claw at me. Disgusted, I turn, and walk the other way, leaving my desires to scream. But they'll always be waiting, for a weak moment, so they can take control. © 2009 TaylerAuthor's Note
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