The Phantom


It’s always there, watching me
I have nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
It’s always within sight
And when I think I’m alone
There it is in front of me
I cannot get away
Always chasing after me
I think I may go insane
It’s around every corner
Always on the horizon
Always out of reach
Why can’t I lose it?
Why can’t it leave me alone?
The shadows close in
My mind sways like the wind in the trees
A cold wind; deathly cold
Lives lost
What could’ve been
What has been
What will become
Why does it follow me so?
It’s a shadow, sticking closer than my clothes
Setting my teeth on ice
Putting out any flicker of life
What is this phantom you say?
Not what, but a remembrance of who
Here is a mirror, see your own face.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This just came into my mind after hearing the Phantom of the Opera.... kind of a weird twist on it's idea, where the real ghost is the Phantom's remembrances of Christine. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to comment!

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I read it and was left with

I read it and was left with goosebumps. Amazing!


If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.