Glorified Version of A Stranger

i was playing with google and thought of “googling” my old blog. Guess what? it still fucking exists. i wrote this shit poem a few years ago.dont laugh.

you feel it drawing nearer and nearer
this bold presence that you constantly sense
you picture it with a hard granite face,
wings pointed in a arc to the heavens

you feel it breathing behind your ear,
the soft black feathers brush your face,
the tic-tacking of its hooves on the floor,
enough to make the sane, insane and the insane, insaner

imagine this dark being
calling your name in your sllep
imagine its pointed teeth,
its flaming red eyes glowing in the dark

you feel yourself running
but in truth you’re still in place
your mind begs your limbs to function
but somehow they stay limp and uncooperative

the pointed teeth, the wings pointed in an arc to the heavens,
the soft black feathers, the steady heavy breathing,
the tic-tacking of its hooves, and the flaming red eyes
all start moving towards you

you stand transfixed, immobile
shaken to terror at this beast approaching
you sense its insatiable personality,
its hunger for blood, the menace and malice playing on its mind

you make up your mind and summon all your strength,
focusing on every single muscle, every single nerve fiber
but nothing seems to happen,
nothing seems to want to cooperate

you feel the bottomless negativity a few steps away
you hear his breath, the beating of a heart that’s not there
you panic, terror grips your heart,
mind racing on every possible means to flee

he is only a foot away and you glimpse his sharp nails,
flaming red yes, gleaming, pointed teeth
you shout, thinking it would ward him off
then suddenly……

quite suddenly, you feel the ground moving
no, it is you who is moving
you feel a sharp stabbing pain on your cheek
and you close your eyes while numbness takes over

you pray that Death be quick in claiming you
in the distance, you hear someone calling your name
your heart beats faster at the urgency of the calls
and then you feel the pain on the other side of your cheek

eyes shut tight, hands flailing, you scream like there’s no tomorrow
you bat away the hands that are trying to grip you
you feel that you are being shook up
gently at first…..then violently

you gather all that is left of your courage and open your eyes……
1…2…3….
then you see your roomate holding you
fuck, it was just a dream. chickenshit.

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