I see you standing there,
Delightful in your own presence,
Intrigued by your existence,
I go for a closer look,
Your demeanor and presentation pique me,
I stare closer at your being,
Watching you grow before my eyes,
Losing your beauty and mystery,
I commit you to memory,
Every detail examined in full,
You grow larger, uglier than ever before,
And still I cannot tear away,
Standing there with a puzzled face,
Staring down at me in astonishment,
I merely look up in awe,
At your detestable being,
You become even taller, enormous to me,
Yet, for all your hideousness,
You seem vaguely familiar,
Like a past dream long forgotten,
The question plays in the back of my mind,
The answer an elusive shadow to me,
I close my eyes and scratch my head,
Wondering how I'd know something so atrocious,
You infect all that you're around,
Your stench permeates my entire self,
I lower my head to block the filth,
To try to lessen your torturous presence,
I open my eyes and see a minute man at my feet,
Astonished, I look down on his awe-struck face,
He seems very familiar, like a past-life once lived,
But the only certainty I have is of myself,
At this moment,
I know myself,
And I am,
Fear,
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