Bottled up emotions flying freely
through the expressway of feelings.
I am but a specter of your hollowed memories.
A projection of nightmares.
An incubus trailing you throughout the night.
I did not wish for this.
I did not wish for this agony.
I am the calamity you should not have prayed for.
I am the horror you agonized over.
I am not joy.
I am not delight.
I am sorry.