This residual energy will not dissipate
And move on to another damnation void
I hear the whispers in the dark when I am alone
Making me see what is no longer
Cajoling
Taunting
Coming so close I can almost touch
The entity in my mind
Before pulling away
With a demonic laugh or erotic moan
This house is no longer home
And will never be
Tears have dried and anguish mellowed
With every lost year or possibility
The dance is torture
The rhyme is gone and only the rhythm remains
Your face has faded into the ether
What is tragedy calls my name
Lost whispers
Bound like prisoners
In the darkness.
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