He came in with an incurable plague
His dismal figure reeked of death and decay
Everything he touched withered into imminent demise
He is a baleful pestilence, roaming.
With impure intention, he waited
Like a prey in the night, lurking through nigtmares
His insatiable hunger permeated the depressive night
Haunting, starving.
He found me wandering along a dark path
His presence made my heart cower in fear
His demonic eyes could see through my broken soul
My misery invited him in, my fate is sealed.
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