It lurks in shadows toying with your mind
A thought so evil it needs your kind.
Its presence means death
To laugh, at your final breath.
Your darkest thoughts,your burrning fear
Will bring your anxiety ever near.
What can you do, how will you cope
When you find out, that there is no bleeding hope.
A contest entry
- Dark and Scary by JeannieD Hunter.
1000 points, ended September 1, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Isn't that the truth! I liked your description of fear. NICE JOB KARAS!!
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That's for sure, by then it is too late
Perfect description of fear. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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