Accept-Beautiful-Art

How can I sleep when I see it by my side? With it's angry smile and bloodlust shooting through it's body, Waiting to take me when I close my eyes? How can I think when I hear it whispering in my ear? Voice rougher than a sandy stone in gravity's fine mist? 'You're coming with me,' it chants, 'You're coming with me...' How can I cry for help when it covers my mouth? The irony taste of the Forgotten's blood slipping from it's hand to my tongue, Claws peeling the skin on my cheek like an apple being pared with a razor-sharp blade? How can I breathe when it grabs me by my throat? A loud cackle heard throughout the house, Yet nobody was around to