Coming Closer..
Author: Mike


It's drawing close, it's coming near.
Pretty soon it'll be here.
Covered in fear, spawned from hate.
There's no avoiding it, there's no escape.

It wants my heart, craves for my blood.
It'll rip out my entrails, bury them in mud.
It will not rest 'til it has my soul,
Leaves my body a shell, my flesh cold.

It invades my mind, no shelter from the storm.
While I sleep, I see shadows deformed.
What is it, this monster of the night?
Why does it want me, where is the light?

Death, it seeks me in my home -
A sack of lifeless skin and bone.
It will not rest 'til it sees me dead.
It won't be long, this I dread.


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