The Stalker

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Disquiet surges through my being, I want to crawl out of my skin,

my hackles are raised each time it breaks, the silence not silent at all.

Something is chasing me, steadfastly hunting me,

corrupting all that I see, how I feel, and what I know,

and it leaves a gaping hole of distrust in its wake.

And he skims past the border of my consciousness

shading the light with his darkness,

and unrest snakes through my veins,

churning disorder I cannot process,

and my mind cannot rest for he’s stolen my sleep,

so please give me something to take off this edge

that is wearing my psyche down.