Haunted by thoughts

Haunted by a presence, an evil soul with one evil eye, It chases me with cold hands, always telling me im gonna die. flowing through my head corrupting me all the while, making me cry at birthdays and at funerals smile. long flaming hair, cold, harsh, intoxicating breath, trying to convince me that this one will bring me my death. in my dreams it haunts me, in my wake it speaks, haunts me in my house and even out on the streets. This soul has one agenda, thats to teach me a lesson, the only name this soul gave me was, the name of depression. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 08:44 AM PST, Joshua   0 • 1