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My Moriarty...

My nightmare, stuff of nasty dreams
has come again, with all his schemes
His twisted mind with mine does duel
he hides in waiting, plotting cruel

I ask why, he torments me so?
says he; “I do it, to feel that glow
The glow I get from besting you
The best I get, is from fooling you”

It’s late at night and I hear his voice
I don’t want to listen, but have no choice
Unwilling partner in past times
Convincing liar, I abet his crimes

“You’re gullible, you have a heart
just be yourself, I’ll do my part”
Little things, a white lie or two
make sure that I can see his view

Lie to yourself, it doesn’t hurt
fool them all, get in the dirt
Innocents I love, says he
So easy to fool, they’re blind to me

Oh, one day, I’ll not listen more
One day, he won’t get in the door
I’ll know his knock, his stealthy tread
He won’t get back inside my head

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Structured: Western
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What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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It will be over in my mind, the movie reel will run out of things to play. Reminding why we couldn't stay. The subconscious has a twisted sense of humor. Confusing the good and the bad. Forcing me to remember when things were better than just sad. Its over, I should be fine, instead I am stuck reliving time.

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

It is an interesting topic. I like your choice of words.
I feel that rhymes sometimes appear unexpectedly out of the place. My guess it is because the rhythm is not as sharp. But it is often hard for me to catch the rhythm in English.


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