Malevolent shadows, here I wonder
Those without touch, can you harm me?
Numb hands reaching for my collar
A soreness of my own esprit
Qualms of conscience, does it matter?
Morals cannot exist without you and me
Wounds and scars, if self afflicted
the sequestered, could not be perceived obscene.
"One reaches out...but gets no hold of us."
Never thinking of the past
Repression of what really ails me
Dancing 'round all questions asked
But these specters so persistent
Constantly humiliated and harassed
I can only hope that these ramblings
Will one day be unsurpassed.
Thanatos lingers and whispers secrets
Splitting us into duplicity
Ghosts leave imprints on our memories
Leaving translucent imagery
Drawing question to my mind's eye
Now I doubt it's validity
Unsure of any of my actions
These apparitions have taken control of me
So to answer my haunting question:
Can the unseen commit abuse?
These devils, though strong, can never hang you
Only teach you how to tie the noose.