September 27, 2010
By , Rescue, CA
Eyes like cold black slate.
Black slate in a cold world.
They bore into mine raising goose bumps.
They make me shiver and tremble beneath him.
His bony, pale fingers dig into my arms; my heart.
His sweet, cold breath freezes in my throat...
This is Death

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