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IT
By Wiccad
The room it cracks
I feel
its presence
At the foot of my bed
It wants me
I
invite it in
It only stares
It moves quietly, slowly
It has no face
It fills my head
"What would you have
me do"? I said
"Why do you wait at the foot of my bed"?
It moans
and hisses and turns its head
It floats around my room
Does
this mean death is coming soon?
It fills my space with shadows and
gloom
I wish it would speak
To tell me what it seeks
I pull down the blanket to have another peek
It turns its
back
And again my room cracks
Of this I am sure, it will be back
It hits me like a brick
This it is my creation
Is what's
making me sick
Darkness and hate
That is why I suffocate
I feel my soul, it breaks
Then I awake
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Published on Friday, January 15, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
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On Wednesday, February 10, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810)
wrote:
I like, Ilike. darkness, monsters and fear, this is what makes life grand. Nice content, nice structrrue. write on.
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A former member wrote:
The only demons that exist, are the ones we create. Just as we can create, we can destroy.
So banish "it" back to the depths.
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