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.
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