I don't know
Where you are
But I feel your eyes
Studying me intensely
I've seen you once
From the window of the church
In a black, hooded robe
You held a white candle
That burned so ominously
As the was dripped onto
the palm of your hands
You had a small, twisted smile
But the shadows cast out your image
That was the day
I knew I was finished
I've seen you twice
Backing my car
From the driveway
In my rear view mirror
Three times
From acrossed
The street
Each time
You grew closer
And closer
To getting me
On the fourth
You were in my yard
As I came home from work
And the fifth
Was the final straw
When, from my bedroom door,
Stretched your long fingers
Long nails
Bony yet frail
But somehow threatening
Down to the soul
"Don't come any closer"
She begged
Before it swallowed her whole
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
I don't know
Where you are
But I feel your eyes
Studying me intensely
I've seen you once
From the window of the church
In a black, hooded robe
You held a white candle
That burned so ominously
As the was dripped onto
the palm of your hands
You had a small, twisted smile
But the shadows cast out your image
That was the day
I knew I was finished
I've seen you twice
Backing my car
From the driveway
In my rear view mirror
Three times
From acrossed
The street
Each time
You grew closer
And closer
To getting me
On the fourth
You were in my yard
As I came home from work
And the fifth
Was the final straw
When, from my bedroom door,
Stretched your long fingers
Long nails
Bony yet frail
But somehow threatening
Down to the soul
"Don't come any closer"
She begged
Before it swallowed her whole
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