Thursday, April 24, 2014


Hello, my old foe
You have come
Back to me

I missed you when
You first came in
I thought it was me

I thought we had finished
You and me
It was a truce

Now, we start again
Start again
In a different place

Fresh wounds
Geriatric rage
I am what you hate

Sibilant whispers
Lisping in foggy

Introjected from the grave
I carry your
Sound and hate

But I
Will not die down
I will not give in

I will pull
Your poison
From my heart

I will not
Succubus of my past

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