It follows you in the dark
It haunts you in your dreams.
It hides in your closet and
Under your bed
It wants you
It wants to torment you
Torture you until you can’t take it
Make you scream
Make you fear
Fear everything
Your family, friends and even yourself
It’s hungry
And its hunger wont finish
Until it destroys you completely
From pain, anger, fright, misery
From every emotion a person can feel
It wants to eat up your soul
Perish you from existance
Only then it will be satisfed
You can’t win from it
You just can’t
There is no point in fighting
Because the victor has already been decided
And it’s not you.
So say your last words
While you still have a chance
Because you can’t run
Nor can you hide
Because this fight?
It was over before it even started.
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