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It is taking over

cherub

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Laying alone under the gown of cold,
keeps circling and circling my mind
i see the celing the smell so cold
I am cold and alone.

Realization hits,
i am dead,
the silence is overwhelming
the force around me
is no longer there
emptiness is all i feel

I shake awake
it doesn't stop
over and over it happens
fright like this used to come only now and then
now it comes everynight

Before it would make me want to run
now it freezes me from even moving
screaming wells up in me
nothing comes out

even awake it stays with me
I can't grasp hold my mind any longer
energy keeps seeping out of my soul
fear filling up my body and pouring out my pours
 
I really liked this piece, I often can't sleep at night, its a nameless fear that's hard to shake... you're a good writer.

I would suggest one change though, the final word 'pours' refers to an action, but 'pores' are the little openings in our flesh. I think anyway.

[edit: speaking of spelling *chuckle*]
 
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