| The Horror of Anti-Me.
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Out of All of
Life's Odd
Mysteries,
few compare
in Horror,
to
The
Existence
of
Anti-Me;
That Shadow
of Self,
consuming
all that
One is.
(or Could
Ever Be.)
______
I Feel
Pieces of
Myself
Being Eaten by
The Anti-Me,
during haunted
moments
of Wakeful Sleep;
Harmony seasoned
with endless
Irony,
down it's gullet
goes.
Then there is
The Soul,
(Traded for
Creativity)
lost in
uncertain Seas
Of
Dark Demonic
Sorrows!
________
Yet
Out of all
The Riddles
of Ones Self;
Few compare
to The Mystery
of Anti-Me.
Which some
would declare a
Shadow of Hell!
(But I'd
suggest
Is My
Better
Half Most
Likely.)
j.stephen.h |
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