Sunday, 19 August 2012

A Creature of Habit

I die the dance of a thousand echoes,

A creature crawling, creeping through my soul,

Fawning faultlessly, pretending to enthral,

I see it there, but do I dare, to say its name, to call,

Or, do I ignore,

Imagine it is something else, can I implore,

Yet still it crawls, never ending, devouring all.

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