You watch the minutes pass you by
As yet you live another lie
A lie that strikes you from behind
Bewildering your lucid mind
You never know which end is up
When inane pain spills from your cup
A feeling you grasp as untrue
Though it provides you with the clue
To how you can beguile the ghosts
That lurk, waiting for their sad hosts
Just like two parasites, unseen
Behind your door, no longer keen
On only haunting you at night
And then retreating from plain sight
To cower from the glow of dawn
Deflecting light off heaven’s spawn
Now they connive to repossess,
Languish for, appraise, obsess
Over your body, mind, and soul
Needing your blood, wanting you whole
Should you then relinquish the lie?
Or let your fire and spirit die?
Counting the minutes till the time
The beasts of prey commit their crime
-!nversed Poignancy!
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