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.
Fragments
Av JSextonWrites
Poetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Ins... Mer