Poltergeist
A picture of a broken memory
It's just the spirit of a faded cause
A broken promise - there I'd always be
It will leave when I take the time to pause
I know that it is only a mirage
But I still see it staring back at me
It gazes toxic rays I cannot dodge
I've now become unlocked - it weilds the key
I cannot tell the color of its eyes
One appears pitch black, the other blood red
The beast that has the power to paralyze
Has me surprised that I am not yet dead
The more that I have wished that it would go
The angrier that it has seemed to grow
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