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Picture Credits: http://www.laurelindorenan.com/ Brianfroud.htm
I can feel you now, what is it you want?
You have relentlessly haunted me, when will it stop?
I have tried to contact you, but you will not reply.
Is my mere tortured soul enough to satisfy you?
Why no take form me something else more promising?
Your cruelty leaves a mark; a hole in my unseen.
Where did I pick you up? Now you are a constant.
You are an undead whore, raping my resistance.
I’ve begged you to succumb, forget that I exist.
I’ve tried to embrace you in all your vileness.
Yet you refuse. You tease me with your laughter.
Scratching at my window and body; please let me be.
Not even my mind’s sanctuary can stop your misery.
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