November 8, 2007
Long, sleepless nights,
Haunting the dreams of the innocent.
She wakes up in a fast panic,
It's coming, she knows it.
Her fear must be faced.

Running out the door,
She feels its presence following,
The creeks in the floorboards echo.
The eeriness in the dark night sky.

Driven straight into the fog,
Staring out into the open,
Eyes appear,
Ones that will never be forgotten.

The sound of the carrier of the eyes
Becomes noticed.
Its increasingly becomes louder,
It gets closer,
And closer,
There's no where to escape.

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