The man sat across me has a vacant stare
Deep and morbid and empty and bare
He shifts and glances but he cannot see
Then through narrow eyes, looks right at me
His bloodied eyes go through my soul
I imagine no heart but an empty hole
He conveys a message of dread and fear
Not encompassing, but he is all I can hear
I hear the terror emanating from his heart
He sees my turmoil like a piercing dart
I hear the pain upon his breath so foul
He sees my panic making me howl
I hear his soft cries muffled and violent
He sees my ache and stays entirely silent
Nothing remains now but that lasting decay
He will mimic all that I do until that final day
‘I know him well and he knows me too’
I look straight at him and he says ‘I’m you’.
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