He sees what you cannot, he looks into you'r soul from across the room & ponders through you'r past.
He can see the future & all it's troubles & journeys. He can feel you'r pain, sadness & anger, taking it away from you before it is felt.
These "terrors" you say are nothing but everything around him circling his mind pouring into his heart.
Those screams are for the things that he cannot change, but what only he can make better.
A contest entry
- Night Terrors by deadheartedkitty.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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very interesting write
INDIAN CHIEF? Awesome little poem
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