A/N: And here is the second chapter in this installment. This poem is in Danny's pov. It should fairly obvious who he is talking to. So... I think that's all I have to say about this one. Please read and review! Enjoy!
Truth and Ghosts
You just had to do it one last time
Come into my world and confuse me for fun
Laugh, hysterics
So fun to see!
My eyes cross, fall to the ground dizzy
In the world of heroics
Which way is up and which color is black?
You're so amused watching me wonder
But I confound you too
Loathe though you are to admit it.
I get up after falling
No matter how many times I'm pushed
Bring to show, I break
But the pieces reassemble themselves.
Blast comes to oblivion
But I never truly dissipate, do I?
Death claimed me once
I came back
Ghost I may be
Yet breathing and living
Humanity still half of me
Remarkable- it's true
We're not so different in black and white
In souls, we're opposites
I'm loathe to admit it, but it's true.