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"KNOCK KNOCK...WHO'S THERE ???"

     Furnace of blowing hot air, Uninvited winds of change delivered here.  Something invisible but felted , Something foreign & rearranged, Something is different, Something is very strange. Friends no more, Foes too many. A cluster FUCK of confusion, muddled mind of madness, monsters thrive & survive in. Mounting anxiety, racing towards afraid, of now known knowledge, only wishing death to be staged.  A threshold I've stepped over & the RED door I can never shut, close or lock again. I can't seem to rub the strangeness from my eyes, a horror flick craved in the back of my mine permanent, I forever get to see. Eldritch of oddities riding next to me, not a nightmare but my living reality. Like a chameleon...lined with assortment of evil lies & masks of hidden eyes & smiles so fake only to deceive you in. These being of enemies reign the land now with calculated, played out moves, always marching in control, forever a step ahead, steering me back to this place I so FUCKIN hate to live in. Like a prisoner  I tried to escape. To many invisible ties, too many fail attempts...For all my exits are road blocked and dead ends. I've witness others coming & going successful with easy, I'm the only one facing this malignant wickedness, ending EARTH show ??? Peril is there spell, a horrid hex over my head, no neighborhoods of tomorrows, now controlled & Ten yearsplace as dead. Holding no proof or solid evidence, can't fight or defend of something unknown to humane mankind. For this darken change has no nametag or dictionary definition. Invisible but loudly felted...These cold ghost like fingers choking till I'm almost dead. For it is their secret, their lies, that I'm submerged & drown in. A violent maelstrom of their making, that I'm spinning endlessly in. I didn't know, I didn't go, I definitely didn't want...push of death, down the rabbit hole I go. Black hole of Abyss, Quicksand of a grave dug especially for me. For I'm not crazy, for I'm not mane...Mush of a brain, a 1,000 holes I drain. My mind, my self, a sieve I slowly drain through. These vampires that hunger & feasted on me, extinguish my last light, for I'm the sole-survivor, a one-man army of earth & lost the fight. Burning in their HELL I'm finally free. Furnace, scorched hot winds scattering my life's ashes free of all sins.
Written by Chere-Rene13 (Chere R Sarver)
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Author's Note
2012 ...Late morning, end of May, opening my front trailer door a freeze shot picture, motionless, soundless, unnerving as .... THE EARTH STOOD STILL !!!
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