October 18, 2010
By CoolBreeze PLATINUM, Winnemucca, Nevada
CoolBreeze PLATINUM, Winnemucca, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. ~Mark Twain

I feel your eyes on me
Always watching
Following only steps behind me
I hear you breathing
I feel the warmth on my neck
Your right behind me
Lurking in the shadows
Slipping through the dark
I start to run but you keep up
I try to scream
But you push a gag into my mouth
You've finally caught me
What do you want my eyes question
Your eyes answer
You they scream and now I have you
My face tries to plead with you
Let me go the eyes ask
Then you laugh
Its to late precious
You are mine
I try to scream again
You laugh and say scream all you want
My love, no one can hear you
I see death in your eyes
I know this life is over
Finally it ends as I wake up.

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by a nightmare.

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