The Enemy
He comes after me late at night
Sneaking through the darkness
No one can see him but I
As I lay awake, terrified
When will this all end?
Dark thoughts consume me
As his hand reaches out
Ready to take me, here and now
This storm goes on forever
The end is nowhere near
As he crawls toward me
Sending chills down my neck
Screaming does no good
No one hears, no one cares
He grasps for my arm
But I feel it in my heart
Slowly I feel myself drowning
Falling through the dark
This man now controls me
Pulling me farther away
He and I are one
For he is not an actual man
An emotion my body knows well
Never far, never out of reach
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