Curse you, foul being,
Shadowing my soul.
Always there, ever present,
Waiting to taint my heart.
What are you,
Faceless Specter?
Why do you torture me so?
What have I done to deserve this?
You follow me from place to place,
And wait for your chance to strike.
Causing me to lash out,
And when my defenses lay bare,
You strike at my heart and my pain erupts.
Tears amuse you,
And you feed on pain.
Why must you be so cruel,
Foul creature from hell.
If only I knew who you are,
What your name may be.
Then perhaps I’d have a clue,
Of how to banish thee.
Restless wraith that haunts me so,
I demand to know your face,
Reveal yourself to me,
At the least that’s what you owe,
For all the sorrow and hurt you breed.
Come pitiful Specter,
Tell me who and why,
I must know or I will surely die.
What’s that you say?
Surely it cannot be,
How can it be possible that this beastly thing is part of me?
(Oh, self conflict poem....what'd you think?)
~Zoo
