The Presence
I am this shadowed face looking in on your life
I am invisible to your eye, yet I know you feel my existence
I am that horrible feeling, so unending, so strife
My eyes they pierce the back of your neck without resistance
My energy, it's so controlling, so scary...so alive
I know you sense that heart wrenching fear
My way to show you that I'm using you to thrive
When you are scared, you feed me, so I draw near
Closing in...as your eyes shut when you sleep, so soundly
Your dreams I conquer, I chase you through the dimlit halls, towards the empty rooms, into
a scene so violent
You awake in shock, in deep terror...you let me suceed so profoundly
You go about your day calmly and I follow behind you, so silent
I am that tickle or chill unexpected, that "BOOM" against the wall or the door
I am what you don't want to believe, that sudden creak, that crazy ache in your body;
concealed
You make me what I am, your past, your pain, what others deplore
I stick here as you grow weaker, the night as my kinddom, my battlefield
You can't escape, I have you prisoner, my slave, my way to strike out
I own you, your soul, dare not leave because I will find you again; so sad...so alone
I am the greater power when I control you, your mind, the words you shout
I am the Devil, the horror, the hate, and you...
You are my throne.
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