RANCOUR

​The blinding light fades,

I am lost in the wilderness of fear,

Something is coming towards me,

With muted violence, malice and malevolence,

I hear the snarls and growls,

In this nightmare,

I have lost the ability to wake up,

I move backwards,

My shadow pushes me forward,

The fasting at day turns to feasting at night,

Demons stripping layers of memories,

In my head,

My screams sound like patent chants,

Of the mythical lasting lusting,

Time lost its healing ability,

This degeneration makes me age,

To die.

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