Phantom Man - Poem by colm ferriter
The poisoned one, weak and scared and in a fermenting pit resides
that lurks beneath the mask that's shared, speaks in asides, breathes poisoned air
and sits and waits in his rancid lair for his time, again, to come, to steal inside
the brains of idiot like- minded phantom men
mortal danger he can breed when freed, and allowed to raise his ugly face
his eyes are murky dark and shallow his tongue is sharp, his vision narrow
when from his chains he is released he feeds on sorrow and disgrace
in a vice-like grip he'll squeeze your will, the devil wine- his means to kill
His evil presence unannounced will pounce- SURPRISE! Who said that? Who goes there?
Too late! He's here and taking over- your spirit gone, its flown away- or is it flowing?
the drain- y o u ' l l n e v e r l e a r n! !
and there, again, you took him back- backbone is what your body lacks
the right mettle- the proper stuff, to once and for all call his bluff
the phantom man is no stranger, he sleeps and lives and dies and breathes
in love and death and hate and danger, he sees and tastes his fingers touch
he take them all, if he's let- your sense and senses and poison to your belly dispenses
and in their place sew doubt and folly and leave nothing but two last empty words
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