another poem bear with me
Death is everywhere, you can't hide from its doom; He runs through the night, Looking for his next prey; He looks for anything, adult, teen, or child, it doesnt matter; Tonight he comes for me, I don't run; I'll sit in front of my door, waiting every second; Inside i feel scared, but i can't wait any longer; It's quiet, Nothing but silence; No one is coming, I'll give up and walk away, but then there was a knock on my door...
XxThe-Taste-Of-SinxX · Thu Jul 06, 2006 @ 05:28am · 0 Comments |