They
By Jared Whipp

Deep beneath the earth I cry.
Wondering why o why I had to die.
From within my grave I call.
To the suffice I must crawl.
Bounding free across the barren plain.
Everything seams so mundane.
I am but a vessel for this being.
Get out of me I cant stop screaming.
Beneath my skin it crawls in wait.
This cant possibly be my predetermined fate!
It fallows me with such precision.
How can I possibly make a decision?
Left or right right or left
Which path leads to my Owen death?

 
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