Halls of the Dark Muse

You Haunt Me Still

Let me be as honest
as I can
which isn't so very far
as you walk around with
a piece of my soul.

I am chasing your ghost
living or dead
and you always remain
just on the fringe
of my reality.

Do I run my fingers
through the flame
because I enjoy
feeling the burn?

Using your image
to torture myself
because I need to have
that little dark place
and embrace instability.

You are my narcotic
I inject you into my veins
you are the dragon
I chase knowing
I will always be denied
your absolution.

Your image burned
into my brain
and keeps projecting
like holograms.

I was halted for
a moment by another
of your reflections
and I thought for a
moment you looked
back.

But maybe it was only
a stranger's wondering
stare at my
desperate hoping.