THE WEIRD ACQUAINTANCE SPEAKS
But at the moment I like people
best at a distance. My closeness
phase is behind me or before me.
Sometimes I turn black & disappear.
I shine only on those who wail to me
in quest of having something old & something new
to make them glow, and then I still disappear,
cruelly. Look not on me if you would stand
on solid ground. If I am looked upon
too long a subtle poison is distilled,
it seeps into the fingertips & makes
sensation sick. Beware,
beware: I am the nightmare's milk,
the mirror of madness & the extract
of what you most long to fear.
I am not really here,but to know that
is truly your dulcet doom.
My music is the echo of a tear.
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