Haunted
He
follows
me
throughout
the
day
His
eyes
boring
holes
Into
my
scalp
As
I'm
getting
dressed
As
I
drive
through
town
And
I
turn
around
sometimes
And
see
him
There
are
dark
circles
Under
his
eyes
And
his
callous
mouth
is
turned
Into
a
sneer
I
get
the
shivers
And
try
to
ignore
it
But
this
voice
is
speaking
Inside
my
head
And
it's
saying
You
killed
him
you
son
of
a
bitch
You
killed
him
and
you're
rotten
And
I
can
remember
it
We
were
driving
down
the
freeway
At
seventy-‐five
A
bottle
of
Jack
between
us
And
I
was
yelling
And
he
was
laughing
See
how
fast
I
can
drive
See
how
fast
we're
going
now
By
Kai
Neidhardt
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