Submissions by TheWrathfulRain

My hand trembles as I write,
As if my body quivered from unknown fright.
This holy place,
My sanctuary,
Is now housing evil.
The name of which I do not know.
The thing is not tangible,
But it is real.
The thing grows by feeding on my fear,
So my screams are too weak to hear.
The truth of this is my shaky hands and voice.
I may be mad,
But mad may be true.
For something is coming,
An evil without shame.

I do not know of what it looks like,
And I don't know of what it can do.
Unspeakable, unshakeable.
Its evil grips...

People look at me, think they see me.
I'm small, I'm meek.
I have long brown hair.
I have gold-rimmed glasses.
I'm average, maybe even pretty.

People look at me, think they know me.
I'm kind, I'm sweet.
I have a good personality,
I have good grades.
I'm very easy to please.

People look at me, think they can hear me.
I'm quiet, I'm polite.
I like to sing under my breath,
I like using big words no one can understand.
I'm very shy.

But here's the thing.
When I look in the mirror,

I see me.
I'm lanky, I'm...

Help me!
Edges of my vision turned blurry...
Losing hope...
Please...?

My heart is lost..
Endless blackness swallowed me whole.

Understanding hasn't dawned yet
Nothing makes sense.
Dopplegangers taunt me
Erasing my very being.
Rage consumes me,
Starting in embers, growing to flames.
Timbers are all that can remain of me.
Another moment of pain then nothing.
Not a word is spoken.
Death is here.