I awaken in a state of
terror-stricken awe,
sweat leaches from my skin, soaking
me like a wet rag.
A sense of suffocation within my
chest,
the walls enclosing, leaving little
space of air.
Another dark and lonely night,
embracing complete blindness
coupled with dreadful delusions.
Like a cancer eating away at my
soul,
I have become a relic of the times,
ancient and tattered.
My wounds ooze with a stench that
permeates in the air,
leaving a tedious and toxic
mustiness.
Running away has left me nowhere,
standing alone in the ominous dark
night.
Shadows dance around, casting
shapes of evil.
He has found me, the demon hunter,
my monster under the bed,
the one that makes my heart stop
beating.
I have not eluded him, instead I
have given him strength.
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