I provide the shackles

You provide the need

Put them on and look to me

A strange twist of fate

This macabre reality

I have a gift

Show you a sign

Fear takes hold

Your will becomes mine

A dangerous match

Such is life

Unseen terrors exact a high price

Reflections of you night and day

You can hide; you won’t get away

I’ve known you since before time

Death becomes you

Age to whine

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