Monday, August 17, 2015

night time in your home, which is more like a compound

i stay in a glass walled room
a few doors down
dark figures from your past come to haunt me
but i deflect.
i'd say you name out loud
but i don't want to be revealing.

i raise you a more deadly weapon
i am ashamed of those i bare
still ghost threats are not empty

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