Burn

An evil presence fills the room
As you walk into the light.
An emptiness, a grave, a tomb;
I feel the chill of death and night.
Your wicked eyes have found my gaze,
And my eyes burn as you stare.
I feel a throb, I feel so dazed,
But I am frozen under your glare.
I feel the Arctic winds nearby
The burning Hell that I see,
When I look into your eyes
And when your eyes look into me.
You pierce my thoughts, my heart, my soul.
You see through me like I'm not there.
I feel no more; you're in control.
You are my death. You are my fear.


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