Conscience/Corruption

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
That little voice in the back of your head some days...

Submitted: November 13, 2011

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The nothing-man is back again- 

he visits me sometimes.

He stays inside my dreams

and paints the waking world through my eyes.

He wields such a manic brush,

polishing perspective with a softly sordid touch.

I've learned to love his artistry-

it feeds my inner demons.

The nothing-man is back again-

he comes from time to time

and fills me with such emptiness,

whispers any world could be mine.

Sometimes he makes it hard to feel,

makes it hard to read the line

between what's fantasy and real.

The nothing-man is the only one

who can see all my secrets;

he guides my pen and stills my tongue,

he loves the monster I've become.

I am his, and his alone.

 


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