I sit in my bedroom.
Its quiet and dark.
I'm in the corner,
Huddling for safty.
Watching as my walls get closer and closer.
With eyes of golden green.
Staring through my soul.
Am I crazy,
Or are the nightmares of the past haunting my future.
A contest entry
- Bedroom Eyes by zochit2me.
900 points, ended July 15, 2008, 15 entries
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