I sat at night before my screen, just to browse,
There I saw him in my house.

I screamed as I looked towards the door,
Saw something crooked, a horror.

I turned on the lights and grabbed a knife,
As I pleaded for my life.

The figure was nowhere to find,
I wondered if it was my mind.

The next morning I went to work,
Wondering where it would lurk,

But then I reached a dead end,
Inside, myself but twisted and bent.

In shock I turned  and ran,
Behind me a distorted man,

He looked just like me,
As I stumbled into a tree.

With pain I see my world fade to black,
Then I awoke in a small shack.

Chained and aching, rain began to pour,
But I was inside, trapped once more.

The rain was warm and deep red,
As I felt my own blood spread.

My bones exposed, I see a smile,
The other me, pulling out a nailfile.

I heard it scratch and creak,
As more blood began to leak.

It took my skin to make its own,
While shattering bone after bone.

The last thing I saw was my face,
As I faded in that wretched place.