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I can feel you, 
Shadow, 
feasting on rage 
that burns in me, 
with second helpings 
and fear for dessert 
laughing in my ears 
when my eyes close, 
forcing me awake 
to feel the chill 
you have wrought 
in the fires of hell 
you linger and wait 
for the company of darkness, 
and the mind weak 
from overexposed hallucinations, 
punishing me for having crossed 
into your realm 
twas not my fault 
I was once spirit 
then made flesh 
is not your error 
you exist only 
in the hell of dreams

beast in the temporal lobe