What lies beneath this solid ground?
And why can I hear it loudly pound?
Every step I take,
every breath I let escape,
I feel the earth shaking
in fear beneath my feet.
I fear the sound,
I hear the drumbeat echo
it's following underground.
As above, so below,
a warped vision
walks under toe.
If shadows had mass,
this is the sound you'd expect.
My twisted doppelganger
of the darkness, exists
to make me feel ill equipped.
He is the sound of doubt
hollowed with his soul torn out.
What creeps under the soil?
Beneath the earth's thin skin.
Mimicking my movements,
or am I mimicking him?
This distorted mirror image of me,
flipped upside down,
in a different nightmare reality.
Above the surface
the earthquake cracks
of fear fill my head.
Below the surface,
the being wants me dead,
but who is leading who?
Did he pick the path we would pursue?
Or did he conclude to follow in my shoes,
walking the path I choose?
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