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Jan 2011
Taken from a restless night
Images crawling in my sight
Mysterious touch of icy fingers
Every dark thought that now lingers
Left shivering, something there
Each heart beat, terror shall share
Shadows moving within my head
Skin is tingling with a fear to shed

Night holds something, evil waiting
In deepest threat, now anticipating
Growing visions of the unholy we know
Having nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Ticking manic laughing of the clock
Murderous beasts, my screams they mock
Answers never come, no mercy only misery
Rats scuttle in corners, showing no pity
Endless searching to find some hope
Suddenly comes Death with a hangmans' rope
copyright Chris Smith 2011
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Written by
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
(Hemel Hempstead)   
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