It is not as though I taunted you

Nor reached out for you

It is not as though I called nor beckoned

If I have summoned you in some way,

By some dishonest deed or fumble

Such that would provoke such ghoulish figures

Or plague me with such apparitions, I repent

How can you torment me so?

With no voice, no eyes, no soul, no body

Only lack of light

Passing so casually by as if you don't know you don't belong here

Passing through me with the nonchalance of the conscious-less

What have I done?

Say something!

What have I done?

Explain!

What have I done?

Go away!

What taunted, reached, called, beckoned?

Return to darkness if you cannot say

Is it the depths of the atmosphere you inhabit?

Or the depths of my mind?