flirting with the night

September 17, 2009
By Anonymous

The shadows stalk me
Feeding on my fear
The corps of there other victims decay
The smell changeling me to venture farther
The mystery of the witching hour the very noon of night
Brings me closer
Flirting with death
While the creatures of the night go through mental suffering
Slowly shift from lonely dwellers of the night
To assassins of the dead
I walk amongst the shadows for yet I don’t want a mortal to see me


The author's comments:
i wrote this from a experince of sneeking out

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