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Don't dare scream Don't dare breathe Don't dare sneeze He's coming Don't dare cry Or blink or sigh You ask why He's coming Shadowed hills and blackened bells Within my heart the clangs do swell And scarf around my paling neck Eyes open and closed see ashy black I can sense his every move As if routine has carved its groove My God, my God, he's coming! His heart beats with a maddening sound Spreading his drool and blood around Like some nightmarish, blackened hound Making every fog a cloud So I can't touch or see around Or even think of how to get out! His howl tells me he's coming! The dampness squirms inside my lungs As my hands are rightfully wrung My throat raw with far past screaming I convince myself I must be dreaming For if I don't wake where I lie Then this hour I'm sure I'll die! Don't tell me he's not coming! In fear I slowly cross my chest Thinking it's my final breath Being drowned in pools of rank and sour Claiming this; my final hour There's one thing that I must do The battle between us must ensue I don't care if he's coming! I parry, dodge the best I can Knowing consequences if I ran He had his might, but I had wit Soon his eyes glistened in tear-falling slits I knew the look and let him be Only then did I dare to breathe He went! And now most of you might be asking And your eyes are full of fear through clapping What beast did you have to fight A vampire or a metaphor of night? Death or something in between? Why couldn't yell for help or scream? Am I daft or crazy or both? It's the answer you want most Now before you feel a sense of misgiving Just be glad that I got out living Because the beast that was so forgiving? The war is with my aunt every Thanksgiving! |