My own worst fear

even on an island, surrounded by the sea

your presence haunts my waking mind

there is no place to flee

 

You scrabble down my neck, clawing at my heart-strings

my compass is decieved by lies

the false-north siren sings

 

what is trusting others, i cannot trust myself 

my tiny saber touch the page

each stroke another skelf

 

lines connect together, a fornication made

it began with high ambition

i stare at it with shame 

 

two voices in my head, one at a time they come

which is speaking when and to who

 to darkness succumb

This poem is about: 
Me

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