This darkness follows me,
Like a shadow of the night.
Will I be alright?
We'll have to wait and see.
I feel it following my every move,
chasing me down this street.
Shall we ever meet?
All I know is it has something to prove.
I know it won't leave,
for it is not in its power.
When will it choose to devour?
Its pain i'm ready to recieve.
So here I am lost and astray,
Wandering hopeless and dim.
I hear a sound, is that Him?
The last thing I see is the blood spray.
A contest entry
- Something Wicked This Way Comes.... by PerfectImperfection.
900 points, ended May 4, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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omg. scary and very dark. Once again, you're not alone
Miley -
An interesting piece of darkness. Thank you for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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