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There is one being

refusing to separate,

no matter the screams

and loud shouts,

he always stepping

where I have stepped,

his hands are cold,

his mind

i question at times,

yet every second

of every day,

I sense his being

in every place,

hold my head,



settling foot

in my perfect place,

where I sit and reflect,

I am the artist

of my life,

I cant paint

what ever I desired,

my mind goes wild,

much delight

on the strokes I take,

yet the times descent

I react of this place,

my once delighted strokes,

become more of strokes of pain,

as a mouse

in a seal place,

squealing for life

and not death,

hold my head,



my structured of bones

begin to come back to life,

the coldness creeps

I shiver inside,

trembling as in Alaska

without a shirt nor pants,

natural standing in the snow,

there is no more paint

I am here alone,

perfect in my view,

hold my head,



lights are off,

not even sight of terror,

stand strong like a army man,

as where ever I turn,

I see dark eye to eye,

hold my head,



my brain so slowly

is been melted away,

and the creepy thoughts

like rain drops escaping away,

slowly attaching to my shirt and pants,

wanting to take my down

where goblins rest,

so I cried for your help,

my everyday companion,

which I hated with rage,

yet in this moment,

I know you are my only friend,

shadow hold my head,

after you have aid me

and gave me your friendly hand

-che