Fear...

Fear me for I am your death

From your lungs I take your last breath

I am the smoke that drifts in the air

From parted lips of woman fair

I am the thing that eats at an old man's mind

Taking his memories before he can find

Them there in the dark

For I am the thing that lives there

Waiting to unleash your newest nightmare....

 

 

The End

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