I sit waiting

The room grows dark

As the night progresses

The light from the moon lets in rays of knowledge

This cloudy night

Lays a blanket over the moon

The warm air

Washes over me

Waves of cool mist come from the window

There is a noise

Silent footsteps

On a hard oak floor

I stay still

There’s nothing I can do

A wisp of cold metal

Slides across my neck

The room red

A silent scream

As a silhouette

Slips out the window

The sky turns pink

With the first rays of morning


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  1. Onlyy a smiling visitor here to share the loνe (:, btw great design and style.
    “Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.” by
    Chrisina Georgina Rossetti.


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