A cold kiss presses to my neck,
No breath comes from the corpse of life,
I see the midnight tides rise.
Silver starlight reflects in his eyes,
I stand still, hypnotized.
The soft lull of the ocean against the sand,
Soothes my mind, but not the strange man.
His skin strewn from moonlight, touches my hand
I pull away, but I'm not scared
The womb of night embraces me,
Shadows descend lovingly,
I see the stalker watching me
In the pseudo light.
I run but he follows me,
Trip and he falls with me,
Cry and he sings to me,
What kind of ghoul is this?
He haunts me in the witching hour,
All my blood has run sour,
My stalker waits at every corner,
I beg him please,
But it's all over.
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This is fun
nice imagery from u as usual, and random rhyme and rhythm sounding like a random rap in some places, cool stuff heather
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