WEEK 8: Champ Match: Bodey vs Inno BODEY WINS

[Inno]

Soot covers pillows every time I wake up
I tussle the sheets all night but find the bed made, what?
The nightmare of every sun down is daunting
She slides into bed gripping my sheets like a cliche haunting
No welcome needed she takes over in an instant
I toss and turn but to no use the bitch is just persistent
It’s cold down here, I can feel my soul escape with ever breath
The shadows move amongst themselves in the dark stealth
My heart melts from the fear, each pump of blood is deafening
I try to fill my lungs with air to billow out the fright but no ones listening
A sudden pain rushes through my body like claws digging in
Seeping through my skin like puss I can almost feel my blood boiling
Veins on a marathoner’ pace hoping to get through this race
Panic sets out to ruin everything as a cold sweat trickles down my face
I pull my sheets up to my nose and I break down in despair
I whisper son only god can hear me “lord please protect me I’m so scared”
As she stares at me with dead black emotionless eyes
Lunging at me she perches her self on my chest
Her glaring stare cuts deep into my soul with out so much as a protest
She tightens her grip and the cold sweats get colder
The pain becomes unbearable to the point I start to quiver
I try to fight back but I’m to weak to muster a hit
Digging her talons into my body
Spreading a black blood so thick that my veins feel heavy
But she’s a demon of choice, she’s haunted me many times
Sucking the life out of everything until death is the only prize
You know it’s funny how hopelessness can be bliss
She wants me to give in and i welcome it...
I’ve cried wolf to many times for any sheep to hear me
It’s funny, with me the last time is always the first time on repeat
As temptation washes over me healing my aches and pain
Coursing through my veins to darken that familiar stain
That hopeless bliss sets in and I drift into utopia
She’s the needle to euphoria...

... hoping this is the last time