The smallest movement makes me jump
The slightest noise puts me on edge
I can't even stay in my room
Without feeling like someone is watching me
I can see it happening
At any given moment
He will walk out of the shadows
A smile on his face
That look in his eyes
And I will know it's time...
The day that I die
I'm not sure how he plans to kill me
I only know his devilish grin
Will be the last thing I see
I pray this nightmare is merely fantasy
My mind playing tricks on me
But some days it feels so real
I live each day for the moment now
Praying I see tomorrow come
Every morning I wake up
I sigh in relief to be alive
Yet I go another day in troubled anxiety
Waiting for the madman to walk out of the shadows
And the smile on his face to tell me
That he has finally come for me
A contest entry
- Dark, Despair, Doom by MaddCuppyCake.
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Comments
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The feeling gets across very well.
The line about the smile on his face is exceptionally creepy.
Sounds like it would make a good song. o.O -
oh my gosh its well good,
you have a real tallent.
i understand your fear of the dark but you are not really scared of the dark are you its whats in the dark common with alot of people
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Yeah, it's not really the darkness that's fearful, but what it conceals that sends fear through me. I've always been "strong and independent", according to others who know me well, but this is going against everything in my nature; to be frightened. I'm just not too sure how to go back to laughing at the idea of someone sneaking up behind me instead of cringing at the thought.
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