You Can Kill The Body, Not The Spirit

I thought he was gone
I thought he was dead
I thought he would never resurface again
 
that's what I get for thinking,
somehow he made his way through the thicket  
somehow hes knocking on my fucking door
 
I stare through a peep hole  
looking into the eyes of my worst nightmare
he knocks and he knocks
 
the vibration of his knocking goes through my body
reminding me, reminding me of his rage
a fury comes that stems from the deep parts
 
traveling thousands of miles and over several seas
his spirit has found me
I know he knows I'm inside, watching him knock
 
his knocks turn into pounding
then kicking
I move away from the door
 
my back up against the wall  
a feeling of death looms over me
I take a deep breath for it may be my last
 
pounding like a beast now he screams my name  
I never hated my name more then I do in this moment
the door weakens, the wood splinters with each kick
 
he is toying with me, he could have just walked through the wall
he is bringing my fear to a rolling boil
its when the pounding stops, my heart sinks to my stomach
 
I run to the kitchen and look for a blade or anything
but we all know you cant kill something that's dead
you can barely slow it down
 
I hear breaking glass  
then nothing complete silence
I stand in the kitchen
 
I cant breath
though I try  
the air has been stolen
 
I cannot see him
but his presence is felt
I feel wind upon my face
 
he is next to me
my hair slowly moves
he speaks into my ear
 
"you have run yet you cannot hide
not from me
not from death"
 
he materializes right before me
even in death he is a hideous monster
his strength is that of 1,001 demons
 
he has come to claim what is rightfully his
my soul
my body will be left to the animals
 
just like I did to his
I shot him from behind
I left his body to decay in the woods
 
I moved far away
I thought he had been erased
only his body had been, his wretched soul lives on
 
its standing in front of me
I will not beg for my life
I will not beg for my soul
 
I will not cry nor show this monster fear
fear is all he ever had
fear is all he ever gave
 
his foul spirit pushes me to my knees
he asks me "do you think God will grant you a reprieve"
my throat hurts from holding back tears
 
my vision is blurry
with tears I wont let fall
he laughs and howls "he has won"
 
he kneels down
his spirit looks into my soul
he holds my chin
 
I feel my essence fade
with his right hand he reaches into my chest
he stops my heart
 
I cant help the tears from falling now
there is nothing left in me to
his spirit will rest now, mine will be forever tortured.