You still haunt me,
a ghoul who feeds off
my confusion
and pain;
a phantom who lingers,
wreathed in
the arcane;
you leak through
my arteries
until I feel myself
bleeding disdain—
one day,
your presence
might drive me
insane.
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PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞phantom
You still haunt me,
a ghoul who feeds off
my confusion
and pain;
a phantom who lingers,
wreathed in
the arcane;
you leak through
my arteries
until I feel myself
bleeding disdain—
one day,
your presence
might drive me
insane.