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Its Touch

I know it's an insidious nightmare, but it's all too much
Though I'm sure, it's in my mind, I can sense its touch
Something's here in my delusions, that insanity's sent
There's a silent entity present, with its nefarious intent
Outside here, on the otherside, I can hear it breathing
Under its pernicious spell, I hope my mind's deceiving
Craven is my crawling skin, as I barricade inner doors
Holding back its touch, from its mutilator's razor claws
Written by Xaphan
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