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What You Became
0 ReviewsWrote this awhile back. Tell me what you think.
Silent presence
I face it with shaking hands, breath ragged
On the doorstep stands the faceless entity
The darkness of my nightmares - my incubus.
Compelled by the force of my destruction
I gaze upon the mutating mask,
Deceptive in its formations.
My hand turns the knob,
The deafening strike of the bolt as it pulls from the lock
That devastating action ringing in my ears.
Removing the barrier, the last solid protection against a ravaged existence.
Oh, placating voice, the soothing contact of warmth against trembling flesh.
I serenely palm the unforgiving metal of my mistrust
It cannot know and exist
Facing the terror, I level my only weapon
And fire.
I face it with shaking hands, breath ragged
On the doorstep stands the faceless entity
The darkness of my nightmares - my incubus.
Compelled by the force of my destruction
I gaze upon the mutating mask,
Deceptive in its formations.
My hand turns the knob,
The deafening strike of the bolt as it pulls from the lock
That devastating action ringing in my ears.
Removing the barrier, the last solid protection against a ravaged existence.
Oh, placating voice, the soothing contact of warmth against trembling flesh.
I serenely palm the unforgiving metal of my mistrust
It cannot know and exist
Facing the terror, I level my only weapon
And fire.
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