The Thing


Nightmares every night
Only darkness in my dreams, no light
And something is always chasing me,
Wanting to fight.

Reoccuring images of beheaded men
They were the victims of the chase back then
The previous victims of the thing
It seems to be very demanding
In need for another face
After it is done I will have gone to waste

Haste,
Because I’d like not to be it’s next taste
Every night I try to outrun It
But what will happen to me if I faill into the thing’s pit ?

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