Black Iris
11-15-03
2:21 a.m.
The darkness creeps into the darkest recesses of my being
It hovers over my head like an alien hovercraft
It settles coldly o'er my shoulders
An octopus draping it's sticky legs around me to contain my life
It mocks me viciously
It sucks the life from me
It feeds off my very soul.
I am dead.
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