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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fear and fear, I'm surrounded by it, Dark and deep, Can't see a thing, Its lurking around my soul, Trying to get a grip. An evil I can see, From his shadow looking at me, Yellow his eyes sparkle, With lust and disgust. I turn away from him, I run away, A laugh or shriek, Towards him I sway. I try to run, But it is futile, It is his fun, To see me cry, Now he is beguile. The devil in him, Follows me around, Hiding doesn't work, He'll find me somehow, In the evil's web I'm bound. "Savior, Savior" I shout, But not a single soul can hear me, In his laugh, I can hear the proud, The evil in him doesn't understands my plea. In the mirror when I see, A helpless being is crying, But when he stands there, And looks into the reflector, No reflection shines. What kind of being doesn't reflect? What kind of being doesn't shine? I loath him, and I loath who is he, In my heart grows fright. He is no human, He is no spirit, He is something apart, Cold and blue I sweat, I wish to run afar, Because I dread my fate. His touch his cold, The cold I see in his eyes, He is an immortal in disguise. He doesn't care, He won't hear, The cry of an innocent. He'll have me bare, He'll make me sheer, He'll have me covered in scent. No fingers but claws, An animal grows out of him, But those amber eyes of lust and disgust, Still is a part of him. The creature attacks me, It tore me apart, Blood and blood all around, It targeted for my heart. My grief, my sorrow, my fear, With the red, all flows away, No more hide, no more cry, For his sins I pay.
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