Still standing
Their writing reads me
Written in my blood their stories
Haunted with thoughts
Thinking they made me
The files don't bore me
They bare me
They score me
Tally up each sore horror flick
Irk my heart and make me tick
Words in order make me sick
Invisible man's daunting tricks
Corrupt this youth with tales so bold
Hide my tales; Never to be told
Answer own questions; Age old
Follow me in this game
One shies away
The other rises to fame
They say to hide but I'll stand my ground
No shame in my game
The voices talk too loud
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