Author of horror genre
“It”
It has no name
It has no face
It has no form
It loves a chase
You can try to run
You can try to hide
But It sees everywhere
And It knows everything
It comes for you
With only one intent
To scare from you
What life you have left
You are a sacrifice to It
Which has seen your inner abyss
The place where you hide
Your deepest held fears
It can go there
And from within,
It draws you out
Like fear is sin
It punishes you
For what you can’t control
It works on you
‘Til it takes Its toll
Then, like a slaughtered lamb
It finishes you off, and
Leaves a once warm body
With cold feet and cold hands.
Written on November 18, 2018