They thought I was possessed by a demon,

I scared the living life out of each of them.

I want to say I did it for a reason,

but my mind broke itself, my body stunned by rem.

For a moment, I felt like I'd killed myself, in a blur.

such a strange phenomenon, what did really occur?

I can't tell you,

even if I wanted to,

as my memory fades.

Taken by the shadows, the shade.

A piece of string cut by a blade,

down does it fall to its demise,

to a place of nothingness it flies.

Merely a mystery: eternal,

one a mad mind did journal.

Silly me, moons are always nocturnal.

Dead were both warriors: internal.

They accused me of the unspeakable,

until I was traumatised.

I had been so unreadable,

still over-analysed.

Even still, I don't know who had held the scythe.

We let it become a sunken monolith.

Still from your shadows you can't hide,

so cast luminosity therewith

blindsight.

As light

kills dark

as water

doth fire

slaughter

so dire.

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