Blaming The Illusion For The Bodies Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Those bodies in your basement.
You put them there, and now you want blame me.
But I'm not even really here.
A figment of your imagination.
An irritation upon the void.
Not my fault you have bloodied your nose.
Got to be more careful where your swinging.
Especially when trying to hit a ghost.
Because to try to make contact, is to try to bring me to the physical world.
Just a projection of altered energies.
The shadow demon.
Why won't he listen?
Punishment afflicting.
Mixing potions and trying the method of dosing.
But with no substance can he be touched.
No not him.
He is just a parlor trick, an illusion.
A poor attempt at a fortified magic.
He isn't real.