Its the crawling feeling you get when
Its the shiver running down your spine when
That face appears again, pale, ashen,
Forgotten.
Its the lump in your throat when
Its the sweat trickling down your brow when
Realisation of him
Sends you into a panic, you run.
Darkness envelops him
Hiding the deepest sin
Burning a hole, ragged from within
This battle you're not meant to win.
Hiding the deepest sin
He laughs at all you have done
Creaking with eternal rage
You follow onto the stage...
J.Evans 22-01-1008
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