I
can feel it,
As
it creeps up behind me,
And
waits for the chance,
To
swallow me again.
I
can hear it whispering,
Trying
to frighten me,
Into
giving in.
It
needs me to give in,
And
to bend to its will,
So
it can take control,
Of
me again.
It
surrounds me,
And
suffocates me,
Because
it wants to be let in.
If
I give in,
It
will kill me,
But
if I don’t,
It
will drive me insane.
It’s
a no win situation,
Because
either way,
I
might end up,
In
an early grave.
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