My own worst fear

even on an island, surrounded by the sea

your presence haunts my waking mind

there is no place to flee


You scrabble down my neck, clawing at my heart-strings

my compass is decieved by lies

the false-north siren sings


what is trusting others, i cannot trust myself 

my tiny saber touch the page

each stroke another skelf


lines connect together, a fornication made

it began with high ambition

i stare at it with shame 


two voices in my head, one at a time they come

which is speaking when and to who

 to darkness succumb

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