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
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