Old Splitfoot

Who are you?
Always lurking in the shaded
darkness of my mind.

Forever waiting.
Sharpening your silver tongue,
biding your time.

I see you.
From the corners of my eyes,
a malevolence from spiteful voids.

Words of hate.
Indifferent, impulsive and always
so seductively appealing.

Myth of sanity.
The only better I’ve got is in lying
to myself and everyone else.

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