I'll whisper in you ear what you already know,
the quiet fears that you never show.
I'll show you the things that you already see,
terrible sights to drive you to your knees.
I'll reveal to you the textures that you already feel,
the feel of despair, tangible and real.
I'll open your nose to what you already smell,
awakening the memories of your own private Hell.
I'll open the door to the place you want closed,
the horrors you've forgotten suddenly exposed.
I'll show you the living who've already died,
to give you a glimpse of the future you've already spied.
I'll teach you the things you've already learned,
to show you how easily the soul can be burned.
I'll show you the death at the beginning of life,
to chain you down with the unending strife.
I'll let you hear the laughter that rings in halls where none exist,
that echoes through the graveyard and the swirling mist.
I'll throw you to the fire you've already put out,
to fill your mind with uncertainty and doubt.
I'll show you the dark where there is only light,
watching as the chains grow ever tight.
I'll taunt you with demons you've already locked up,
making you watch as they drain the blood cup.
I'll bleed out the wounds already bled dry,
until you utter your final sigh.
I'll follow you in death to remind you of life,
the silver blade of a double-edged knife.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down,
smiling as your choices cause you to drown.
You cannot escape me. You cannot hide.
You cannot run though I know you've tried.
I am the conscience that you long turned away,
sending you back to the dust and the clay.
I am the mirror who shows you the truth,
the cruel reminder of your lost youth.
I am the blind man who begged you to see,
clutching at your chains as you turned to flee.
I am the dead man who rolls in his grave,
who lived my life as nothing but a slave.
I am the woman who cries out in pain,
as she clings to the man who has become her bane.
I am the child who was murdered before born,
existing only as a despised thorn.
I am the act you committed before thought,
leaving you the consequences that your behavior has wrought.
You cannot escape me. You cannot hide.
You cannot run though I know you've tried.
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