Outside The Reaches Of My Eyes

I want to ask you a question.

It’s nothing personal I swear.

It’s more of a question about how aware you are of the world around you.

For you see, there is something dark just outside the reaches of my vision. 

Something with shape.

Something with form.

It hasn’t always been there.

Because I remember a time when it was not there.

But now all I ever see is something following me.

Slowly edging closer.

Reaching out from another plane.

Breaking through to seal our doom.

Tell me you see it.

Tell me it follows you too.

Don’t let it just be me.

Don’t let me be the only one.

That the wickedness.

The beast.

The first-born child.

The Roundhead, it still comes.

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