Horror runs through my veins

And dries the tears on my cheeks

Thunder burns at my chest

As I bleed a sickly sight

Eyes lay upon me in ugly light

Drown in the glory of misfortune

Taking my soul onto itself

Stealing, thriving on what I called mine

Grinning nastily with unnatural teeth

Beady little birdish eyes take in the sight

What I lost is never to be returned

Misery swallows myself into the abyss

He watches as his horror unfolds

-Kel Dayheart

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