He follows me night and day,
Be it cold winter nights
Or the summer of May.
I hear his footsteps
Follow me around,
His cold deathly presence,
Makes me want to burn to the ground.
He lives in my dreams
And thrives in my nightmares,
His seductive voice
Tells me to never dare.
For when darkness falls,
His might elevates,
In my thoughts he breathes,
My soul he baits.
He is the shadow
That no one sees,
He is the dread
That causes me to freeze.
With hinderances
All gone,
He grips my heart
And squeezes it apart.
He is the chaos in my bones,
He is my darkness forlorn,
He is my every thought and every vice,
He is the terror of the memories deep inside.
He is the shadow
That no one sees,
He is my Demon
Inside of me.
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
