noiselessly I slip inside
less substantial than a shadow
and take up residence in your soul
feeding on your doubts
gorging on your insecurities
choking on your hope
smothering your every dream
slowly bleeding you dry
everything you fear I am
unavoidable as the night
I am decay, I am Death
I am Time
and I am coming for you
© Wondra Vanian 2012
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