A/N: Yes, my second HDM poem. It is another creepy, angst-y, rather lengthy poem, this time about what it feels like to be eaten away by a Specter. Rated PG for angst and 'scary moments'.
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A cold, ethereal hand brushes my skin.
My heart convulses, and I tremble within…
I can't bear to watch;
I'll pretend I can't see
That my soul is being eaten away from me…
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I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
Now my life in front of me is laid…
It suddenly seems so hollow and bare…
I wonder if the world will miss me when I'm not there.
It seems like everyone's turned their eyes away from me…
As I fall victim to this foe helplessly…
No one cares about the victim I've been made…
So I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
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Yeah, I won't watch; I'll just look away.
Pretend I don't see; it'll all be okay.
I'll count the bricks one by one in this wall,
And I'll fall deaf to Death's imminent call.
But it's not really death; it's something much worst.
To live without a soul is to be forever cursed.
I'll walk this world as a solid ghost,
And I'll ignore the ones that I love most…
…And still I pretend I can't see
That my soul is being eaten away from me…
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I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
Now my life in front of me is laid…
It suddenly seems so hollow and bare…
I wonder if the world will miss me when I'm not there.
It seems like everyone's turned their eyes away from me…
As I fall victim to this foe helplessly…
No one cares about the victim I've been made…
So I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
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I'm fading away, I'm falling…
I can hear Death calling, calling…
What tears me apart is that I can't pull away.
I know I'm in the Grim Reaper's arms to stay.
Memories are flashing before me in black and white
While I'm losing this internal fight.
Hot tears begin to cloud my sight
As I lose this artificial light…
I can only ignore it and pretend I can't see
Because my soul is being eaten away from me.
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I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
Now my life in front of me is laid…
It suddenly seems so hollow and bare…
I wonder if the world will miss me when I'm not there.
It seems like everyone's turned their eyes away from me…
As I fall victim to this foe helplessly…
No one cares about the victim I've been made…
So I'm going to fade…
I'm going to fade…
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The end is here; I feel it's near.
I feel so cold, so cold and alone…
I don't even hear my last mortal moan…
As I slip away at last I can see
The Specter that is devouring me…
And at last I fade…
And…at last I fade…
And…at…last…I-
~*FIN*~