could see the shadow from the corner of my eye
see them standing waiting by
could feel their presence wanting me
see there coldness needing me
could feel their looks just staring out
see their blood all red and loud
could feel their noise all over me
see their touch out grabbing me
from the corner of my eye i waited standing by
a shudder from way down low
a feeling time to go
a breath not taken yet from the smell of deadend flesh
as i blinked i gave a cry
a feeling deep inside
a time to look away
from the corner of my eye
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC
could see the shadow from the corner of my eye
see them standing waiting by
could feel their presence wanting me
see there coldness needing me
could feel their looks just staring out
see their blood all red and loud
could feel their noise all over me
see their touch out grabbing me
from the corner of my eye i waited standing by
a shudder from way down low
a feeling time to go
a breath not taken yet from the smell of deadend flesh
as i blinked i gave a cry
a feeling deep inside
a time to look away
from the corner of my eye
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