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Him


I can't sleep because i know he will be there

He can see me but i only see his shadow

He know me inside and out, my dreams, goals, and deepest fears

Yet i don't know anything about him, except that he wants something from me

Something as precious as life

As I lay there in the dark I can feel him coming

Restless my body shuts down and i drift off to sleep

Suddenly I spring back into consciousness arising from my body slowly like smoke dispersing

I sit and watch myself sleep like a hound guarding his master

There I lay in the middle of a dark endless room

As I look around I can feel him there coming for my body

He lurks closer and closer but I can't warm myself

He finally appears a tall dark build, I can see his figure so defined, his body is gnarled and weak but I can't make our his face

He approaches my body and I can see his wretched breath brush against my face his large hands reach for my neck, the long ebony figures brush my skin

I scream at my body but my voice is muted by the black void

He moves to capture his prize...

With a blood curdling scream and shutter I awake, the cold sweet runs off my body and I go through the day knowing I will face him again

Because he will not cease until he is victorious

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