Another poetic venting out...

Nothing makes me feel better anymore. No book, no poetry, no art...nothing. It's all the fault of this evil ghost in black who follows me everywhere. He stands far away but I can see him. His vicious smile, his empty eyes, his annoying silence... I feel them all. He doesn't do anything, he doesn't say anything, he just exists. That's what humiliates me. As if he knows that just his presence is enough to make me die. The times I can ignore him are scarier, because a little later, when I'm alone and vulnerable, ihe comes and takes revenge from me for all the moments I pretended he wasn't there. Who knows, maybe one day he will suck my soul to the last drop and let me go...