04 February 2009

Stalker

This insanity was born from fear.
Lack of reasoning that seemed so clear.
Paranoia made you run from here.
Don't look back as he snaps at your heels.
You will die if he catches you, I warn you.
The Hound of Hell and Doom.
Unseen to them,
Real to you,
Locked inside this surreal cocoon.

This calamity was steeped in madness.
Minds illusion formed convincing anguish.
Venom flowing through your veins to vanquish.
Feel the cold creep in.

Destroyer.
Silent in the wilderness.
Covered in a grayish mist.
Stalking over shadowed hills.
Wolf.

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