A spite at Design, as I struggle through Architecture school.
A phantom
stitched to your
shadow. It’s whispers
echo the devil’s cackle,
gnawing at the borders
of your mind
till it can no longer
contain the shrouds
of desolation,
shattering your sanity
as it feeds off your limitation,
leaving in its wake
a void that was once
a creation from light.
It is your shadow no more
but a phantom stalking
behind you
for eternity.