That Which I Hate

"Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one." -Friedrich Nietzsche


Fear envelops me
Creeping into every corner of my mind
Seeping through the cracks of my soul

The coldness of death breathes down my neck
A tingling sensation rolling down my spine
I fly

His steps echo mine
The piercing screams shatter my ear drums
Trapped in these cursed doldrums I run
Paying no heed to the shrieks surrounding me
I continue on

A sense of macabre washing over me
The eeriness of this wretched world running through me
Piercing my heart

Unable to escape
He's always behind me
Just waiting for me to fall

Out of breath
Can't run anymore
The tromp of his boots grow louder

Soul rising
Shuddering, I turn
Facing him head on

Take a stand
I run no more
Put up your guard, death
Here I come

The clash of metal
Ice creeps onto me
Cold, merciless, unfeeling

Slain, death withers away
The cold shrouds my soul
The same cold that I feared
Unmerciful feelings cloud my thoughts
Malice floods my heart

Fear envelops me once again

I have become


That Which I Hate