I spent my whole life running,
From a darkness I can’t comprehend,
A gate fell open and summoned,
Evil, aeons old and kept in,
Non-Euclidean geometry,
Something wicked came to swallow me,
All our rituals went wrong,
We waited for something to labour for,
All a séance and a song.
We tried to forget it,
It’s futile now we regret it,
This nameless, faceless, iridescent thing, is closing in,
Something icy cold from stories told,
Something sinful seared my gentle soul,
I saw the dormant perspective;
I saw the mirror reflective,
I saw the devil, saw the demon, saw the void behind your eyes.
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