The smell was acrid and yet metallic
The darkness of the night was a backdrop of infinity
The rhythmic sounds soon became very vocalic
Clearly understandable and interpret-able not to be a Trinity
Slowly and meticulously with no err for safety or caution
The motions around and wisps of pungent metallic air
Still undeterred the hunt for any safety or precaution
A moment's hesitation paused enough for a glamoured stare
Like masked rodent caught in the hypnotic gaze of a lights shining beam
No will power left in my mere mortal mind that quickly I consented with no apparent fight
A cold piercing of power and sheer force, left my mouth gaping with not a scream
Paralyzing my body, mind and soul, too weak too even squeak out of sheer fright
A sudden warm and heating source was flowing through my capillaries and veins
A darkness overshadowing me with the strong metallic and acrid scent
The heat now leaving and sudden aches are present, and my pounding heart pains
Only a mere matter of time, possibly minutes or mere seconds until my blood has been spent
Never a sight I saw only smells of death and rotting corpses that I know now
Thinking back now, it was so silly of me, to think I'm invincible from any enemy
A Harvard graduate with top honors was me, better know as a labelled highbrow,
Only to be fooled and cursed for a lifetime, by a being only known as an archenemy.
Matthew 07/29/2019 1:06 AM
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Matthew Mikituk
I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.
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