The Imaginary Battle

by Briana   Mar 28, 2006


Cursed by your wrath
I've come undone
Though I won't admit
Your battle's been won

Security fails to comfort me tonight
Instead you linger in my head
Waiting for you, I turn on the light
In hopes I won't end up dead

Paranoid, I constantly watch my back
Visualizing the worst will become true
I shudder to think of what would happen
If those noises I'm hearing are you

Living in fear, all of my years
Preparing for you to strike
Sensing your presence, every second
Attempting to guard my precious life

What's that I hear upon a midnight clear?
The silent screams of fear
Who lurks in the shadows on my walls?
Just darkness, that is all

My cries aren't heard, by anyone
Communication's been shut off
Trying to react sharply
But, I've lost my train of thought

Hearing a peculiar knocking at my door
I cringe and curl down on the floor
I await the scene I see in my eyes
But to my surprise...

It was all an illusion

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