I see the light filter through my fingers as i
shield my eyes, from the fact that you linger in my sight,
stop haunting me.
but when night falls, nothing changes you’re still staring,
in the walls, eyes bloodshot and scaring me to death,
stop haunting me.

I admit you’re my haunter.
You’re my omen.
I admit you’re in control.
The arbiter.

I notice why, you’re entrapped within the fades
No black and white, immerse ourselves among the mass of grey.
Stop haunting me.
I pretend, figments of my imagination,
my mind defends, from you and your intentions why are you
still haunting me?

I admit you’re my haunter.
You’re my omen.
I admit you’re in control.
The arbiter.

Atlantic

Victim of Ceres

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