Is it just a loose porch board
that creaks just outside my door?
Is it just the howling wind
that creaks outside and nothing more?
Can I trust these sweat-soaked sheets
to keep a midnight prowler at bay?
Can I trust my frozen feet
to safely carry me away?
Is my room, cloaked in gloom,
inhabited by solely me?
Light, I assume, would only exhume
the tenants of my dirtless tomb.
I shall not be prey, I then decide,
I shall not fall to just any beast!
I'm not a feast... not their's at least...
The worms... perhaps, but them I don't mind.
"You're not getting me!" I scream,
I grab the the gun and run to the shed.
I turn and bolt the door and my hands
shake as I load an ounce of lead.
"I'm not yours to have!" I cry
My vision now becoming blurred
click
"It is I who shall have the final word!"
Throughout an empty forest, a single shot is heard.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Is it just a loose porch board
that creaks just outside my door?
Is it just the howling wind
that creaks outside and nothing more?
Can I trust these sweat-soaked sheets
to keep a midnight prowler at bay?
Can I trust my frozen feet
to safely carry me away?
Is my room, cloaked in gloom,
inhabited by solely me?
Light, I assume, would only exhume
the tenants of my dirtless tomb.
I shall not be prey, I then decide,
I shall not fall to just any beast!
I'm not a feast... not their's at least...
The worms... perhaps, but them I don't mind.
"You're not getting me!" I scream,
I grab the the gun and run to the shed.
I turn and bolt the door and my hands
shake as I load an ounce of lead.
"I'm not yours to have!" I cry
My vision now becoming blurred
click
"It is I who shall have the final word!"
Throughout an empty forest, a single shot is heard.
