Why is everyone telling me
He is not behind me
I know
He is there
Wretchedly insatiable
Famine of worth
His great sword hungers
Wage war at the base of my throat
Wages of sin in the pit of my stomach
With sordid crown with bow drawn
His conquest of Myself
Paints death upon his visage
Fetid dread leaks from my heart
Doom scrawled upon walls of my skull
In lonely twilight his miasmic breath stings my skin
Gaunt agony that craves
Fingers of Gehenna draw nearer upon me
I know his name
As he knows mine
He is there
I can feel him
All I can be
Is
Just
Out
Of reach
About the Creator
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