I run in fear, as fast as I can, <br />For behind me, silhouette, is a souless man. <br />His eyes red with hatred, and his hand with a gun, <br />And behind him a blanket of darkness unpierced by the sun. <br />Like a raging black ocean and a swarm of evil crows, <br />The darkness suddenly spreads and consumes all shadows. <br />I can't see a thing, and grow tired with dread, <br />But still the man shall mockingly tread. <br />I trip and fall and turn in horror to see, <br />That the man, now revealed, is a version of me. <br />He points the gun at me, the red still in his eyes, <br />A grin on his face as darkness clouds the skies. <br />'I am you, ' says the man, 'and you deserve to die! ! ! ' <br />The gun goes off, and all I see now is the pitch black sky.<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-demon-of-the-mind/
