Powerful eyes watching my every move
foul words asif to prove
that it can mess with my head
and forever put me to bed
Gazing at it i cannot break free
from this hold it's got over me
ivory skin, long dark hair
i cannot move, just stare
Out of the wall it appears
and enfolds me with fear
a zombie i ve become
my brain pleading to just run
The air turns thick, no more choice
he releases his shrill irate voice
clouds appear, the sky turns pale
my strengh curtails, i am stale
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