Can't You?

Him

You can't see him. 

You can't hear him.

You can't smell him. 

You can only fear him. 

You can only imagine your self waking up from that cold sweat. 

but you can't can you? 

Not when its about him. 

Him as in,  the man with the finger. 

That finger points at you and makes you laugh. 

Makes you cry. 

Makes you feel like you're alive. 

But you can't see him. 

You can't hear him. 

You can't smell him. 

You can't fear him. 

What can't you live without? 

Is it you're freedom?

No because you can't see him. 

You can't hear him. 

But you can smell him and you can't fear him. 

Offers you to unlock a primal instinct. 

Is it the smell of his hair, the creases in his jacket that hold in a scent that makes you content? 

But you can't see him. 

You can hear him, smell him and you can't fear him. 

How do you see? 

Is it with your eyes? 

Do you like things that sparkle? 

Do you want to find love in a diamond artifact that can't love back, that can't create noise, that can't give off breathe? 

You should see from your chest, from the ribcage covering the heart, from the heart covering the viens, it's from there you should see him. 

But you can see him, you can hear him, and you can smell him. 

You are afraid to loose him. 

So you can't fear him.