Don’t turn around,
It won’t consume you when you follow a path
Don’t turn around,
Or face, you will, his unearthly wrath,
I knew too much, too soon,
Age shortened, mind erased,
I knew it all before my time,
Consecrated, desecrated,
I was the only hindrance to his reign,
One born directly akin,
One without ability to sin
I can feel you, and all your minions,
Approaching shadows, crossing in the nights,
I can sense your presence; your foul stench,
Shifting about stealthily; withering, stealing life,
Looking for a time when I’m not near,
Waiting till she’s alone,
Waiting for separation to strike
Don’t turn around,
It can’t devour when the path is clear,
Don’t turn around,
It can’t reach those not consumed by fear,
I can see you walking
A familiar path, a road so well known,
I can feel you talking, each word you speak,
Another moment passes by,
Hang up the phone; hear me call,
Don’t turn around; this is for real,
I can see it closing; another second it does steal,
It’s my fault, its breath you now feel,
I’m much too far, close-yet away,
To protect you now, from an attack that is meant for me,
Just keep moving; I’m almost there,
Don’t turn around; do not veer,
Don’t turn around; please I beg you to hear me please,
Footsteps now covet the sound,
For a pause you stop,
Listening, slightly leaning
Torso, directed to the left,
Shoulder out, hair flies by,
In slow motion, I see the shadow in your eyes,
To my knees I drop,
An agony I was never taught,
Light escaping from each side,
The fluidity rushing from my eyes,
There’s nothing you can do,
No physical infliction upon this frame,
Yet I feel the torture so deep inside,
It came for me,
I tried to save,
It came for me,
It cared not for you,
Just a pawn,
An attempt to harm,
And you would have been fine,
Had you not heard,
The tonality of my tongue,
Calling out, summoning you,
The only reason,
For which you turned around,
And now,
Descend
I
Must
To
A
Place
I
Am
Without
Protective
Shield
