Creature
It sees It follows. With Its eyes so hollow.
It hears, It knows. But has no ear nor nose.
It feels, It touches. It shows no mercy nor justice.
It speaks, It screams on the top of Its lungs.
It tastes my fear with It's sharp, black tongue.
It scratches the walls and tells me about my flaws.
With Its tongue and black, large, razor sharp claws.
It feeds on my mind with Its sharp teeth.
It moves at light speed with Its hands and feet.
It smells fear and It loves it so much.
At first, I was comfortable with Its soft touch.
It threatens and shows things I don't want to see.
It will always stay in sight, watching.
It tells me to do things I know I shouldn't.
And it makes me do things I thought I couldn't.
If It's not in sight then you should be afraid.
Cause when you see It behind you, it's already too late.
Though It dosesn't seek to harm, It wants me to go insane.
It wants me to suffer in mental pain and make my own blood stains.
It does not have a name.
And It's not a creature made by my brain.
If I ever see It there's no use to run away.
Cause once It's come It's here to stay.
It will keep watching me every day.
And It will threaten to cause great pain.
On people I love and then It'll show.
Ways for them to die I wish I'd never known.
"I'm not going insane, It's not even real."
It makes me feel feelings I didn't know I could feel.
To summarize, every day is a living nightmare.
And it's a pain and horror that I cannot bear.
Copyright © Kevin Crossed | Year Posted 2017
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