Return of the Haunt

March 10, 2008
By David Goodrum, Oil City, PA

calling my name again
this infection wants me dead
i see scattered black pools
dreaming of their value
once they harden and cool

this strange thing won't let me go
keeps me from being lost
while it nails me to a cross

neither my friend nor foe
like an exotic rebel angel
lover of darkness and powerful

forcing me to think
& spiritually evolve
wiring me
to rise above it all

it causes me pain...
if i try to run away...
the voodoo monster from the sea of blood
its little isle just isn't enough

& somehow it keeps...
it's coming after me

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