Phosphorescent light
Forbidden state of matter,
Glowing in the night
Among the growing chatter,
Of demonic voices
Heard through whispers tones,
Slowly getting louder
In this possessed zone,
A place where death dwells in misery.
A place where evil greets me
Somewhere in a nightmare state
And my reality.
Contorted gurning faces,
Wretched twisted souls,
Representing all that seethes
Within this paranormal unknown
And the only way to conquer these demons
Is to banish your dread and fear
And stop believing that monsters
Are lurking ever present and near.
fauxcroft 
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