I see Death approaching -
like an army from the past - present
spears upright with shields of protection
in shadows of deception!
They come to do battle with my soul
to devour, corrupt and throw it in the hole -
only me against the might of evil
I have to stay calm, pure and make myself whole...
The mighty one steps forward -
no weapon in his hand - he has no need
for mundane things, but those eyes, oh those eyes
they burn through me like an inferno...invisible
He takes over my mind and body, also my soul
making me do things I don't want to do
cutting and slashing against his army without cause
maybe tomorrow I'll be a little stronger and vanquish?
He vanishes leaving a message written in red!
I'll be back,
I'll be back!!!
Written By B.R.Walker
Copywriter 2008 UK
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