time is fleeting,
my dear.
we have
but ten seconds
left;
if you’ll just
hold the match for me
(nine, eight…)
i’ll light this world up
and show you
all the
shadows
that play
in my mind.

come on, come on.
don’t waste my time
(seven, six…)
standing around
with that small smile.
you’re nothing
but a ghost.
you
don’t
even
exist.

yet you terrify me,
waking me up
in the middle
of the night
(five, four…)
with shallow
gasps
and your
ragged talons
scratching
at my bedpost.

why can’t you
just leave
me
alone?
(three, two…)
sweet figment
of my imagination,
why is it
i must die
if only
to be rid of you?

i’m tired
of these
hallucinations.
my patience
has run dry
for such
imaginary conversations.
just be done with it
(one…)
and let me
move on
or perish trying.

light the fuse.
i’ll show you a universe feeding off of these hollow words.

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