The Presence of Your Own Mistake

The hair begins to rise the air becomes colder Second by second His presence is near his presence is here Your bones begin to ach Your teeth begin to chatter Your body becomes so heavy You fall to your knees for his presence, is to powerful The depree from your surroundings form together and there is no breath there is no heartbeat there is, no chance An image you saw in those dreams and it is that face you feared for this is the day he longed for You reach for the door but you stay to the floor as he takes over And his presence is now your own