Psychosis
A symphony of horror
Plays before my deceitful eyes
Just looking at them is torture
I try to remember it's all a lie
The tremondous demon suspened above me
Extensive teeth, only inches away
His hand grips my neck tightly
Nails that could slice me open, but refrain
Beseeching a bargain, I plead
But I'm shaken and choked silent
I realize he just wants to torment me
His minions below start to rile and get violent
they laugh and fight
Watching me struggle with a smile
My misery is their delight
I fight back my tears and bile
His jaw creaks open wide
Out comes a deafening scream
I shrink down, nowhere to hide
Thinking, sobbing, Is this as real as it seems?
He shouts centimeters from my face
Things I never want to repeat
His minions on the floor pace
I pray for my heart to keeps it's beat
Soon the horrid figment evaporates
His lackeys follow suit
It felt so real how can it be fake?
I shake as my neck starts to bruise.
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