As I walked I heard you fallowing.
Your steps were light
As the Moon over our heads.
I turned around to see nothing but the sidewalk up the street.
You were falling into a darkened bed of shadows,
Wishing I were dead.
I continued walking,
You got closer.
I ran,
You ran faster.
I stopped.
Hands wrapped around me like vines of ivy on a wall.
A bloody poisoned wall.
Please tell me what you think
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scary thought! i really hope that never happens to you or me or any one i know. but you can only hope.
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'fallowing' the 'a' should be an 'o'
(I do that sometimes too)
That's a scary thought, hope it never happens.
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