by Max Grim

Created on: August 10, 2011

I am haunted by you.

Your eyes watch me in the night.

I feel your presence beside me,

and your breath upon my neck.

Chills decend my spine,

like a frozen dagger.

I dream of your blood red lips,

and deathly white skin.

Broken nails,

across a cracked blackboard.

In life,

so perfect.

In death,

the perfect storm.

The darkness of the cellar,

beneath the damp soil,

that's where you stay.

I couldn't have you,

and neither will anyone else.

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