Your voice from a distance
travelling tears
Pain through a portal,
I find you in fog.
Licking it’s lips
it feeds on your fear
A preferred plaything
your terror
it’s toy.
I rage the injustice
stumbling toward you
damned to be David
I falter, I fall.
Confronting depravity
it slowly takes shape
Smoke turns to solid
mirroring me.
A dream becomes nightmare
and shatters in shame.
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