The Thing in The Corner


The Thing in The Corner over there
Living shadow, blackened air
Shifting, morphing as I stare
A mass of darkness, lurking where

Nothing should be, in my room
It engulfs me, black as doom
Seizing me, above it looms
The lotus of death, I see it bloom

This is the end, I can't escape
Held by the inexorable hand of fate
The pollen's falling, it saturates
With the darkness it emanates

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