The noises that we hear at night
are ones we make ourselves.
The faces that are seen in light
are staring from the shelves
no matter what we say or do
the past will always haunt us.
it finds us in our darkest hours
and holds us in our incubus.
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting use of the word Incubus. As if the past is somehow a personified figure. The soul-vampire is oneself, and the soul one drinks is ones own. Interesting concept.

