Quiet voices fill the night
you have to run before they bite
The shadows try to grab at you
from dark corners, they grab your shoe.
You know you should have listened
they told you ignorance is bliss and
to not go into the woods alone
but you were like a dog with a bone
You dodge the shadows
as they tear at your clothes
the menacing whispers grow louder still,
they leave you with an awful chill
a tree root catches you off guard
you fall and hit the ground hard
the fear rises up within you
as you watch the shadows form anew
the whispers are unbearable
they make you feel terrible
frozen in place, you can only stare
as they jump at you through the air
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC
Quiet voices fill the night
you have to run before they bite
The shadows try to grab at you
from dark corners, they grab your shoe.
You know you should have listened
they told you ignorance is bliss and
to not go into the woods alone
but you were like a dog with a bone
You dodge the shadows
as they tear at your clothes
the menacing whispers grow louder still,
they leave you with an awful chill
a tree root catches you off guard
you fall and hit the ground hard
the fear rises up within you
as you watch the shadows form anew
the whispers are unbearable
they make you feel terrible
frozen in place, you can only stare
as they jump at you through the air
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