Devourers

© 1998 Watcher
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Dark figures appear on a hill,
Their gruesome visages cling to the mind.
They come toward me, shuffling, drifting,
Walking in uneven gaits.
Bodies that twist in turmoil,
Faces that grimace with pain.
Why do they come?
Are they here for me?
Questions forming from endless thoughts,
Materializing, solidifying,
And the great maw of all things dark opens,
Exposing all things to dread.
They devour my mind's fruit,
They claim the answerless queries,
Absorbing all thoughts.
My mind drifts endlessly in a sea of unknown,
The very thoughts taken as they form,
Dreams crushed under heel.
Their bloated bodies feast.
I sit and stare,
Pure nothing taking the intangible,
Forever stealing the essence of life.

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