03-05-98
thou monster, thou foul beast that beckons to me as a spirit from hell,
how is it that thou hath entered and come to live as family ?
thou art not welcome
thou art an insidious creature,
stealing the mind and corrupting the soul
thou starest at me, reaching the depths of my innermost self,
and making me doubt that which i know to be true
thou art good at the chase, knowing that thou wilt win
how can thee be beaten, save a trip to that land where thou art no more
yet, that is only a possibility,a trip that may only be taken in mine own mind
thou art here to stay, and i can only hope to avoid thee
and, i fear, i shall not for thou art most active in the early morn,
before the sun doth rise,
before life itself stirs within the breast,
thou art awake and upon the chase,
and i, i cover my head and pretend not to notice
but thou art not fooled...
and the chase begins anew
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