Tormented by these feelings personified by a ghost,
Haunting my every being making its way into my verse,
Tainting my mind with obscene gestures and actions,
Plagued my heart with strong bleeding factions.
Infected by devils, punished by the curse,
Nobody has felt any more worse.
Buckled under the trust you bestowed in me,
Using it against myself dangerously,
Taking your feelings and using them towards your angst.
Thanks to you, this ghost still pursues me,
Showing me secrets from behind me, alluding.
This Hyde isn't reducing its clutch on my being,
Covering up scares so nobody will see me.
My mental image contorted, no longer supported,
By veracity, so this actuality is distorted.
Shackled to a table waiting on this pendulum,
Configured by my misfortune causing this conundrum,
Demons I cant run from, affections of a loved one,
Cast a shadow over me filling in abundance.
Buckled to my thoughts, my thoughts forever leaking.
Ghost lingering over me, keeping me from speaking.
Trying to get past this prelude, but stuck in this overture,
Wanting to get over the cycle before it can reoccur.
Floating in a sea of masochistic bliss,
Held in the water by this sadistic liche,
Although it looks like we have found the right niche,
It's shattered by the thought of an egotistic wench.
Now the only thing left to fear is fear itself,
I fear it now, as do I fear my guilt.
