Deific CurseAffrontedly,Deific Curse by Winter-Cranium
there are those who have demanded
and all other boons pervading my virtue.
But they were ill-suited to deserve such,
Privilege only I can bestow.
of their selfish intentions
driven by their sniveling inner narratives,
of their embroidered word-weaving
and makeshift sincerities;
to their depraved behavior
their pathetic existence debased to nil.
Exposed to my scorn
that would only unveil to glare
upon shameless malice
(Entitlement's wounded backlash)
and freeze to their core with gelid wrath.
Shattered facade falls.
A wintry void.
secluded from benevolence;
AN ACT OF OMISSION,
an eternal smirk.
Their souls cried so:
The Entity Was MeShadows move under the door,The Entity Was Me by Winter-Cranium
stuffing out the light
until it is no more.
In it creeps
no longer shuffling shadows,
but an entity.
Dark, obscure, and pure.
Above my bed,
plastered to the ceiling.
Never moving yet growing
and boring down.
Whimpering is the signature sound.
with the fear of nightmares
and a ghastly visitation.
But it's the dreamless oblivion
that perturbed me when I woke.
The entity was a vision,
a silhouetted reflection of me.