utterly you

fight the feeling

to be filled

with rage 

with the colour red 


doors slamming

dead of the night

haunted by an 

eerie presence


walk a little closer 

find yourself 

looking into the mirror

claws creeping up


the ghastly sight 

of what you stand for 

finally evident 

to the eyes staring at your image

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