10-22-2010, 04:58 PM
The darkness creeps up behind you viciously,
it starts to trap you in a corner and thoughts roam your mind continuously.
You hear a faint call of your name behind the fallen night sky,
a dark outline of a man comes torwards you, holding a
knife in his left hand and in his right a bottle of rye.
With your hands holding your legs while in a feable position,
you start shaking while wishing for a quick transition.
The figure of death is slowly coming from the dull color shade,
a split second later you feel pressure on your neck from a sharp rusty blade.
With blood streaming from your neck down to the ground,
your last words painfully saying I'm sorry and tears clashing
with the red liquid, the time was left purposely unwound.
A young girl found dead with a rose left on her chest,
repeated the morning paper at it's best.
it starts to trap you in a corner and thoughts roam your mind continuously.
You hear a faint call of your name behind the fallen night sky,
a dark outline of a man comes torwards you, holding a
knife in his left hand and in his right a bottle of rye.
With your hands holding your legs while in a feable position,
you start shaking while wishing for a quick transition.
The figure of death is slowly coming from the dull color shade,
a split second later you feel pressure on your neck from a sharp rusty blade.
With blood streaming from your neck down to the ground,
your last words painfully saying I'm sorry and tears clashing
with the red liquid, the time was left purposely unwound.
A young girl found dead with a rose left on her chest,
repeated the morning paper at it's best.