Here I sit at end of day, the hapless prey.
Cold, malicious eyes follow as i stray.
The soulless beast whence evil from,
Lingering where nightmares come.
Savage from mind's horror,
Demon of my dreams.
Rid thyself of me,
For now I am not quarry.
I've become your enemy,
Your eternal consort
Your demise
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