Daiblor

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By AmaranthineBri
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There comes a time I submit
to my doppelganger, Daiblor
one who I fight in silence
of a dreary, yet sublime, night.
Demons of his caliber possess
astonishing intelligence-dormant
one moment and, unexpectedly,
belligerent the next.

My incubus asphyxiates my voice
and dominates my body for his
destructive intentions.
I am swarmed
by mutated cicadas, his voice
shrieking in my ears.
My dilated
eyes roll back, revealing plastic
white eyes he has claimed
I continue to fight in silence.

Glass walls disconnect us
from my friends. cry and collapse
to the floor, but they no longer
offer me guidance. The crucifix
provides me no comfort, Daiblar
now a participant of my failed
exorcisms. Until my episode ends,
I am him, and he is me.

Dedicated to AmaranthineBri

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