Encumbered Soul

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Oh mystery figure, standing at the end of all my halls.
You emanate somber laced echos.
The way you slink down the body of my white stained walls.
Your hollow face appears in my framed art deco.
When I slumber.
You encumber.
My entire soul.
Please let me go.
Release me from your grasp.
Stop inducing my visions with the darkness of my past.
You inject me with your toxic pain.
It courses through my every vein.
In attempt to break away.
The demons I must slay.
You are a nightmare everyday.
One that won't go away.
I pull at my hair.
Until it's no more.
Do you even care?
You appear in my door.
Insomnia slowy drives me mad.
I pray to my dad.
Your icy touch encompasses my airways.
I choke...I gasp...I plead in multiple ways.
Oh malevolent entity, let me free!
Just let me be!
Trapped inside the prison that is my body's frame.
I can't even claim.
My soul.
That you have slain, you tear away at my brain.
You are swallowing me whole.
My being is benumbed....
What's that?
A luminescent gleam?
An incandescent ray?
The darkness it unfolds.
The oppression once so bold.
Now crumbles like scones.
A warm touch upon my very bones.
A hand?
My dad.
I couldn't be more glad.
He carries my soul back home.
My guardian.
He now stands at my door.
That sinister presence, that once robbed me of my sanity....will bother me no more.

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