I can hear them
memories are speaking
they whisper softly
voices always there
shadows in the dark
dark on dark contrasted
fading into me
moment to moment
seducing my thoughts
holding me
swirling glitters of doubt
dreams I dare not dream
enticing daemons
angels unaware
and despair
abandoned
carving my duality
a ghost in the life of my friends
piercing my sanity
the source of my pain and strength
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