I plan on being that voice that haunts you
Making it hard for you to sleep peacefully
That weeping face that you see
Every time you decide to rest your eyes
I want to be what hurts you
The thought that makes you mad
The wilted heartbeat
The sight that makes you sad
I want to be your bad dream
And your regret
That anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach
I want to be that sour taste in the back of your throat
Want to be your demise
Your eerie full moon
Let me be your torment
Waking up from a nightmare
Suppressing a scream
You jolt awake just in time to witness my silhouette
As I exit wistfully
You can search and sift and seek
But I can never be found
Because I’m just that voice that haunts you
That face that taunts you
I am those crying eyes that make it hard for you to see
Me
The she that makes you afraid of the dark
I’m dying to be your frightening mystery
Your nightmare
Your terror
I want to be
Monday, March 29, 2010
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