In some of my better dreams,
I am the monster.
I am the disease.
I am the one with sharp teeth and lethal speed.
I am the thing that is toxic;
I am the mutation they cannot eradicate.
I am the strangling weed that steals the sunlight.
I am the fear monger;
I am the bright red power of a nightmare.
I am no longer the one in the corner;
I am what chases me there.
In some of my better dreams,
I find safety in being the very thing
That brings me to my knees.
.
I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.
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