comment on Poets Revenge's poem Dark Poetess

Very true and perceptive
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons and they are real!
I should never look over my shoulder
never look back
no matter the screams or what song the siren sings...
JJ