A small slow creak and a shadow peeks,
Behind an unexpecting corner.
You close your eyes, but to your surprise when you open,
The shadow is gone,
But a presence you can sence around every turn,
The conditions right in the dead of night with a
fierce howling wind,
And soon you realize through sloppy tears the danger is swiftly drawing closer!
Creak.. Creak... Creak!
The lump in your gut, seemed to force you out of your frozen rut.
The edrenelin took over then!
Relying on touch for your eyes were usless from crying too much.
The beat of your heart stretched from your ears to your feet.
Your arms flailed and your feet flew,
But still you felt the hot breath on your neck it was
the end you just knew.
A nervous tremor in your leg threw you forward right onto your back.
Instantly your eyes traveled to the onyx bulbs of death that stared you down,
Cloaked completely in black.
As he reached a boney hand around your throat,
It didn't matter you couldn't breath either way,
Just when you could see the light of savior...
It spoke...
The most sinister slither slid out of his covered lips "I'll see you in hell." A small smile was then visible through his mask.
From sheer fright I gasped my last breath of air, and out of the strangest things to cross my mind all I could think is 'goodnight.'

I remember when we
Would just walk
Would just talk
Just to pass the flimsy hours

Oh how the sun taunted us
Rosy cheeks
Moon meek
The best time of my life

Too soon I was alone where we
Would just walk
Would just talk
Those hours seemed precious now

No more pink cheeks
Pale and white
Oh a fright
I couldn't accept goodbye

They say the time will come
When I run
When I have fun
For me the clocks seemed to stop

It boils and brews, but nothing can I do.
It fill me up to the top, and spills over.
I pace and wait trying to ease my restless state.
Your word won't help please don't try.
They just fuel the blaze, the tears.
Why try to explain when you won't hear.
A yonder I ponder will it ever get better.
If I cool the the hum of the song we sung.
And wish to the starry skies above.
I wish to be rid of the anger the pain the tears.
Go to a tier of simple simplicity.
A world just right for me.

If I could say what I think.
Maybe I wouldn't feel empty.
Because just maybe you would stay.
But now I feel my hour glass,
is running on nothing,
From the past laughter,
To the present silence,
Though thousands of faces that pass by,
I'm still here.
My shallow breaths, and small frame,
Still supporting life,
Just as much as the massive oak,
That bids me a good morrow as i pass,
Or the wind who calls me home,
You don't notice at all?
Can't you see!
I'm still here.
You're satisfied with what you see,
But you know don't you,
You know there's much more then that,
No matter how much you want to rid me,
No matter what you make your self believe,
I'm still here.