What are you?
Eyes as red as the blood dripping from my finger tips.
Bladed teeth the color of death.
Each step, closer it comes.
You have no color I have ever seen before.
Yet you stare fiercely into my soul.
I step backward.
You step forward.
I reach out to grasp you, yet I can't feel anything.
Who are you?
I spoke but all I retaine is an echo.
What do you want?
Nothing. Just silence.
Walking right up I realize it's just me and my demon depression.
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