Tempered

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In your eyes

I was a ghost

I haunted your memories and life

In your head and mind

In your soul and heart

You are now under my control

The quaking voice

That taunts you

Making you believe

It was hopeless

The overwhelming storms

That will cease to subside

With sounds

Keeping you on your toes

Guard me

Though I kill you slow

You can't rid of me

Continue to loathe them

Relaying the feelings that live inside you

To destroy

To demolish

To strike

And with all your might

Release the weapon

In your bloody hands

Walk away from the scene

As if it never occurred

With eyes

That reflected my own 

Fierce

And

Terror

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