Phosphorescent glow 

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.


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