Creature

A thing I wrote.

I can see it now.

You’re everywhere.

You’ve been lurking in the shadows,

And I know I can’t escape.

I can see your face now.

Your long wiry frame,

The blackness contrast with those glowing yellow eyes.

I know you’re with me,

As you’ve always been.

I can almost hear you now.

I can feel you.

As if you’re breathing on my shoulder.

I can feel your energy, your presence as it pulls me in.

I can see the storm approaching,

Bubbling up just under my skin.

And I can feel it gnawing,

Gnawing at my very soul.

I can feel your darkness creeping in,

Igniting what has been festering within.

I try to drown it out, I try not to see.

I bury my head beneath my pillow,

But alas, I cannot keep out what is already inside me.

You’ve locked me in the cage,

Now you’re the one who is breaking free.

I see you in the corner,

I can feel you watching me.

I feel it when you touch me.

For that is when the words best flow.

You infect me with your sickness,

That is when my only talent grows.

I feel the pain of your touch linger in my chest.

I feel you hovering over me.

I can almost see your fingertips on mine.

It seems you are taking over me.

I wonder should I even fight?

 

Author's Note

I feel like it's kind of all over the place, probably because my brain was all over the place when I took the pen paper on this one. So any advice to polish it up - nix this, change that, whatever, is welcome.