He’s back.
How could this be?
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door opens.
He tempts me with sunshine.
His hand reaches for me.
My skin tingles from his touch.
I turn away and
Run from his sweet words.
His spirit envelopes me with coldness.
He whispers promises in my ear.
He will come for me tonight.
He will appear in a new package.
I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
The Dead won’t win.
THE DEAD GAME
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