It likes the quiet
Those silent moments of
Reflection
And then, as your mind stills
And idle, your hands become
It pounces!
It thrusts its icy fingers through my back
And tightens its grip around my heart
Then yanks backward
And down, down I fall
Into unending blackness
Bleakness
Lonliness
It likes the quiet
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
It likes the quiet
Those silent moments of
Reflection
And then, as your mind stills
And idle, your hands become
It pounces!
It thrusts its icy fingers through my back
And tightens its grip around my heart
Then yanks backward
And down, down I fall
Into unending blackness
Bleakness
Lonliness
It likes the quiet