He stalks me...
Slowly.
Silently.
Deadly.
creeping...
creeping...
His jinn-like footsteps echoing across the marble floors as my heart jolts and my feet pick up the pace,
I can run no further. My fears trip me.
They look at me with sin filled eyes, blacker than a cavernous hole, and I feel my stomach lurch from repulsion;
F r i g h t e n e d
.S.h.a.k.i.n.g.
!Scared!
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My miserable ego betrays me as we look up,
Twin dark pools of brown glazed and rippling with fear,
As he towers before her thrown body,
And he smiles,
Disgustingly,
To himself,
For that is his 'fashion'.
His crooked and yellowed teeth add only to his abhorrent appeal.
He looks like an abomination, but this creature is no man nor a beast for he is much worse.
We only know how to fear him becaue he haunts us -
forever -
and he leaves us desolate, naked, scared and screaming all alone,
for no one takes pity on us:
The Naked,
The Foresaken,
The Desolate,
and The Weak.
Adding your comment:
this is very dark, and very creepy - I love that it can interpreted in so many ways, both metaphorical and literal 
