![]() HauntedA Poem by Thaddius![]() this might be the worst piece of s**t I've writ in awhile![]() I
passed through your ghost in the hall, just now. It
made me warm but gave me the chills If
you were here I'd kill you for leaving. Twenty-four
hours you stayed for, and
it took twenty-three and a half to meet you. I
scratched your arm to clean the stain off You
had lots of skin to spare. Are
you an act, a circus tent? You're
a mirror over a grave, aren't you? I'm
kneeling on you, boring into myself, you
cackle and tell me I'm bad, and
I know you are. I
can, you say, once you finish with me. I
wonder who's supposed to hurt when you
turn me to stone, and I
crack your illusion? You're
busy, or bored, or crazy, or young, and
I must have been really lucky, or stupid. What,
are you juggling, gorging, extracting? Me
too! It's probably because you remind me of me. Of
course you wouldn't want me. I
don't. I'm
like your heroes, you know. I'm
like them. You
can't see it; you're too young or too stupid. Or I
am. You're
blurring, twisting and digesting. I
can't taste the sweat. I can't forget. Come
back! Let's
get faded again, That
way we can pretend we never met. I
promise I won't waste you. I'm chill. Guess
it's time to sweat it out. © 2015 ThaddiusReviews
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Added on May 23, 2015Last Updated on May 23, 2015 Author![]() ThaddiusHollywood, CAAboutI'm an actor and a writer. I love giving feedback, probably more than I like getting it. I'm here for both. more..Writing
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