The Vanishing Man
09/08/2014
 
Do you think you know what I am?
It’s not a thing you’re made to understand
Why does it seem that we both belong
To this place, I know I’ve stayed too long
I morph in and out of consciousness,
With a waking torture, a sleepless kiss
I have chosen for you the perfect slave
Though I do not doubt what I give is forbade
I am transported closer to beauty and control
I am eating your body and drinking your soul
I remember your face turning white as lambs
In seeing the ghost of the vanishing man