Phantom. – By: D.e.e.L

Shadowed figure
Long black cloak
Thick and filthy hair upon its scalp
Long hair
Travels down its back
It just stares at me
The Phantom

Its eyes are lifeless and grey
Its face battered
Its hands
Its hands are dripping with death
And it just stares
Through me
Like a looking glass
I am a portal to hell
The Phantom must take life to go home

It must

Though living is not something to be given up
There are dreams to be lived
Ideas to be thought
Fantastic treasures to make life even more a gift

The Phantom doesn’t care
Doesn’t know
Doesn’t give thought to dreams
It just lives
And nothing more

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