peering out from the darkness
you can hear me before i see you
with your clear eyes and
your shock of light hair,
i need no help from my friends
to recognize you for who you are
a devil in satanist's clothing
a whore in a lover's disguise
a grasshopper acting as teacher
a shriveled up, wizened old man
with nothing better to do than hurt -
me.
i cannot help but see ghosts
whenever i hear your name
and pray that i believe in a god
when all hope is lost
but no god appears
and none ever has.
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