He'll....
Eat you alive while beating your child
Snarl at your dog while it pee's in the wild
Causing it to all but twitch and piss on its own leg
He could pull your strings - or pick at your omens
-Viciously show them until you faint from loss of blood
Then reawaken you and make you double-cross your love.
But he's never there - just in your head with a threaded stare
Bolting up to all your dreaded scares
When getting air as a break - he can grasp you all he wants
by making you change thoughts and flash you in a taunt
You can rub your eyes, and clean off the glasses with the fog
or tell yourself that the paranoia is from the massive stash of pot
He's more than that - a piece of you that torments back
He'll take a past incident and mold it with a forward flash.
He's the people and things you've damaged and truly attacked
He's your worst nightmare - a phantom of you in the past
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