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your subtle hints are blunt instruments
carving pieces of me and I let you
until I don't
every cut, slice and nick
you came close to inflict
while you were excitedly holding your trophies
I was taking pieces of your soul
I know my tormentor better than I know myself
with a sacred vow I secret away your marrow
blood from bone, you under estimated me
I am stalking your breath
your vision blurs  
you shudder within
I am the monster you didn't count on...
one who enjoys the nightmare
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Author's Note
inspired by this song...
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